Minor Inconvenience
There is a knot of painpiercing 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
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Written on 2026-04-09 at 20:38
Tags Body  Pain 
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