(This poem is best viewed on a PC)
Wrong
my body tells me the weather is wrong
nearly a year
I lived with minimal threat
of being swallowed up by my bed
a winning streak?
it’s over
(and that’s an unfortunate way to view this)
tally me up, I’ve managed
not to see the guts of a hospital in quite some time
I’ve added some mileage
I’ve faced storms
I once cowered in front of
I’m not, believe me, but at
least I can make my voice
sound confident
my window tells me the weatherman is wrong
can you believe I’ve been dancing lately?
and in front of people?
nearly ten years
of wincing with every step
and here I move more freely
(but my body is telling me
my plans are all wrong)
I wrote you to tell you that pain
has slayed me once again
I will lie and say
I’ve missed this bed
(look at all I can do from it!)
the sound on the rooftop means
it’s raining finally
my brain tells me
I should try to sleep
even if the time of day is all wrong
Thistle Thoughts 
they say the body never lies. (it tells a lot of sick jokes, too.) so I listen. you’re a wonderful poet.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Very, very true. Thank you so much for saying.
LikeLiked by 1 person
The staggered layout really illustrates those piecemeal thoughts jostling with each other. Very well penned! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Tom
LikeLiked by 1 person
A very bittersweet piece. Just the kind of poem I like. I’m sorry to hear that the pain is back.
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s been a companion for almost 16 years. Just lessens & increases from time to time. I’m more plagued by my seizures lately. It’s been awhile since I’ve been in the rainy weather which for whatever reason affects my illnesses. It’ll pass though. Always does.
LikeLiked by 1 person