Body, why do you rebel against me
Body, do not lie,
You have forsaken me.
I say jump, but you sit
Prostrate
Like a tumour
I tell my fist to punch
A limp arm hangs at my side
And within, the anger
like a cancer grows
Rebellion – against the body
Festering
Pus-ridden rebellion
Rancid rebellion.
“Run, legs run!” screams my mind
But my legs cramp up
And my spirit flails
And within a bitterness
Where once strength lay in wait
My body becomes a cage
That my mind rages and rebels against.
Rage against the plans made and crumpled,
Rave at the close of day
Resent infirmity.
[Kevin Le Merle]
Image courtesy of Aike Jansen
The rest of the stories in qmunicreate #12 can be found here.
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