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A Pond A Lake an Ocean

As i lay abed
I start to swim
Every second moving to stay afloat

My bedsheets swirl around me as i flail about all nite
Trying to float
No ring
No boat

Sometimes
I can touch bottom,and safely i drift away one foot to hold me up
The shore..never far from sight

Other times,
A Lake
No bottom to find my rest..but shore within my grasp
So I must swim further to find my ease

And lastly
Where i find myself
On the ocean
Always is the swim
No shore
No hope of rescue
There is only the swim till morning

My bedsheets are tore from the struggle og the night
Wave and trough show my path to waking
Tired and robbed of sleep
I face the day
William Garza
Spine-Health Mod
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  • Sheri76Sheri76 Michigan Posts: 645
    edited 11/30/2015 - 8:52 AM
    Minus the prince, for no frogs found in my pond.

    Seriously though, sleeping has improved since March lumbar fusion. Still have that rolling over dead weight feeling, like physically hefting my boats anchor, not a part of me, but it's attached to me, pulling me down further in the water, dragging my bottom against the sucking muck of the bottom of the pond, making movement more of a struggle.

    I'm in more of an ocean when I'm having a migraine, where there is only pain and darkness, praying I'll start to feel a glimpse of relief, just a fraction of something I can tolerate on shore, to where I know, soon, I can once again join the land of the living.

    Praying for you William...

  • gfishggfish Pittsburgh PAPosts: 236
    edited 02/14/2016 - 1:19 PM
    A night so many of us have. Never thought of it like that. But, Thats how it is.  Back and forth I roll, as the blankets are the waves.  Enjoy all your writing. You should have your own category in the forums.  
    Greg fisher
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