Minor Inconvenience

There is a knot of pain
piercing my back,
causing me to squirm,
twist in agony
all day long,
comfort a dream
that only comes with sleep.

Was it yard work
stabbed me there
or perhaps a head bent
too long in worship
at the altar of social media
that has pinched
a nerve in warning?

Some people carry pain daily,
their silent torturer playing
a pinball game on nerves,
constant dings only felt,
never heard.
Temporary pain seems
a minor inconvenience
to one with the luxury of
soft pillows, a heating pad,
and a life in its final chapter.

Still, if someone could pull
the knife from my spine
I’d be most grateful.



Poetry by Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-04-09 at 20:38

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I think many of us 'oldies' can empathise with your minor inconvenience, Melinda. An enjoyable read. I too have the luxury of a heating pad to sooth those frequently aching 'old bones' - or perhaps more accurately 'old muscles'. Let's hope a good night's sleep with the pad going will bring a painless morning. Blessings, Allen
2026-04-09