blue gel caps

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. 

4 Comments

Filed under Daily reminders, feelings, memoir, Musings, Poetry

4 responses to “blue gel caps

  1. Kay Crista

    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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  2. 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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