The Middle Age

Look.

Look here.

You’ll see it.

Epitome.

Female, feminine, defined, real.

Confident.

Strong.

Vibrant.

Brave.

All this,

And only at middle age.

Damn!

Watch.

Watch out.

Cycling, Again

Again.

Jangled.

Rankled.

Out of  sync.

Out of sorts.

Viewing the world

Through lenses of distortion;

Feeling feelings

One cannot explain.

Questioning thoughts, relationships, motives, decisions.

Is this what it’s like to be insane?

How to re-contain?

Maintain?

Stop the pain?

Again?

Addiction

Another late night phone call.

Tears.

Fears.

Disappointment and Defeat.

Again.

Death beckons,

Seductively offering promises of ease.

Reality?

The odious trials of living it out are too obvious.

Enduring seems impossible, too painful, to him.

He’s near surrender.

Words fail.

Love…encouragement…support…ineffective.

Is there a way

To get him through another day?

Will the phone ring again?

*

Why is hope not injectible?

Why is love not enough?

FINDINGS

What’s this?

Moderate right neural foraminal stenosis, at C4-C5 and C5-C6

Slight anterolisthesis of C3 on C4, C4 on C5 and C5 on C6

Mild stenosis of the left C3-C4 neural foramen

Multilevel moderate right facet degeneration

Mild reversal of normal cervical lordosis

Mild left facet degeneration at C2-C3

Severe C3-C4 facet degeneration

Cervical-thoracic levocurvature

No compression deformities

Preserved disc height

Poetry in Motion.

Limited.

Mine

for

now

.

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