blue gel caps
note to self
white hot
knifes through my lumbar
spools around a hip
plans must change
no long car rides
attention to
the subtlest move
and pain meds
yes, blue gel caps
are your friend
your mind is not
remember that
a worm hole
into suffering
oh no! what if?
never-ending?
start with breath
slow and even
move with care
pace yourself
familiar territory
you’ve been
through this
before
2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
disclaimer: I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—they may never turn into anything more, or they might flower.
the heart of the matter 
Iʻm really enjoying these Poems. I donʻt think they need any revision. You keep writing and Iʻll keep reading Hugs, Ayesha
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Thank you! That means so much.
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I like this poem – it flows well and it communicates. I’m not clear what blue gel caps are though – is it medicine or something like a cold pack?
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Advil. I wondered if that would get across.
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