I am...pain. - Joel vs Arthritis
Creative Writing on Chronic Illness

I am…pain.

I am strong, until I’m not,
I am cold but my joints burn hot.

I am happy, on the surface,
I am not fit but for what purpose?

I can love, but not myself,
Not yet dying but don’t have my health.

I am travelling but in one direction,
Followed by shadows, devoid of reflection.

Short on temper but long for peace,
My body grows heavy, my struggle will cease.

I will give and it will take,
Despite the fight, it still aches.

Always waiting but don’t have the time,
And if you ask, I’ll say I’m fine.


A little twenty minute ditty. I promise to start spending some proper time and thought on these soon.

I work best when I write these in the moment, though some might disagree!

Featured image: me after my morning routine of scolding bath, moisturiser, salts, pills, stretches and walks.

4 Comments

  1. Love this…not your pain, of which I wish it would pause to give you peace.

    • Thank you, I’ve written poetry for years but the blog is the first time I’ve had a place to share it so a little daunting and appreciate the feedback 😊 the pain at least acts as good creative inspiration!

  2. Great poem.

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