Shuttered Eye
So much thought, too much thought
The mind bends in upon itself
The thoughts struggle to surface
Freeze, allow none others to pass
Accumulation, inches, feet
And here is the fatigue
Driving the body to sleep
Head back impossible angle
It does not matter the grey is calling
Overwhelmed, stillness, except
Eyes close, heavy achy body
Bend creak, burn of shoulder
Range of motion stopped, hiccup breath
The pain is fierce, shocking
Where did you come from?
Sweated out, hot hot hot from even a shower
Sweat beads up short of breath
What is this new occurrence?
The stress feeds the disease
You know this
Stress at impossible levels worldwide
Feasting on our immortalities
Grimace mask, muscle memory
Headache spinning, comfort not found bodily
The rest of shuttered eye
Piercing nothing but dark quiet of sky
Tricia Johnson
Tricia Johnson is a poet wishing to share her work with others, by using the written word to embrace one another’s humanity. She is a retired teacher. She lives in the beautiful hills of Pennsylvania with her husband and two sons. Published work includes the poem “Living with Lupus” which appeared in Still You Poems of Illness & Healing, Wolf Ridge Press 2020.