F.i.in.e Moods

- I'm ok, just what's to come that can't be helped... moving around with my body causes injury every time... I'm dealing with it now, but at some point, I won't be able to anymore... it's a thought that comes to mind here and there... but I usually keep it to myself... processing it, I guess...  

For five minutes, it's usually ok,

Ten minutes, I'm feeling it,

Fifteen minutes, well, that'll

Require a few days of recuperation

To make the inflammation go down.

That's moving or walking.

But I also injure myself while

In my sleep, so things are

Pretty fragile with all the parts

Of my articulations, my joints.

And they're not going to get better.

There is no getting this to better,

As it's a degenerative condition,

And there is no treatment for it,

Aside attempting to strengthen them

In the hopes that might help a bit

To delay the road to loss of mobility.

I'm not sure how I feel about it,

But it does play on my mind

As the pain is a constant reminder.

I know that at some point,

It will no longer be possible

For me to use most of my limbs,

And I will require assistance to

Get by in my life, and frankly,

Not entirely convinced that 

I'll be wanting to get to that point.

My present and my future

Are inevitably in for a lot of pain,

Can't say I'm terribly thrilled about it.