there's a shooting pain in the crook of my neck
but i refuse to take an aspirin today. i refuse to
take an aspirin most days. it depends on my mood,
how independent or dependent i'm willing to feel
i tilt my head back slowly, until i'm looking up at
my smooth white ceiling and i feel it- the pain.
i turn to the left to look at myself in my chipped
full-length mirror. if i turn more than that, i
feel it. i can't stop feeling it and i can't resist
turning. i don't want my vision to be restricted
to one field, not even right now. i don't want to
always be chasing my own tail (figuratively, of
course) and if the pain's going to stick around,
i want to feel it.
I hope you enjoyed this piece. It’s a little bit more dramatic, but I will admit I’ve been struggling with pain as described in the poem. I’m not exactly sure how to deal with it other than writing, but it’s not too bad; creative license was used 🙂 Please let me know if you have any feedback on this piece or any writing challenges for me to try out in the near future. Stay safe and healthy.
Brooke
adventures of a typical high school student 