One of those quiet mornings when pain feels like an unwelcome roommate who never leaves. Living with chronic pain changes how you see the world and move through each day. I wanted to capture that feeling of carrying something invisible that weighs you down, but also finding small moments of grace. This poem is about the daily reality of pain and how we learn to exist alongside it.
Heavy Morning
morning arrives like broken glass,
each step a careful negotiation,
my body speaks in sharp whispers,
reminding me who holds the conversation;
the coffee cup feels heavier today,
steam rising like prayers I cannot voice,
my spine curves under invisible weight,
each movement now a conscious choice;
friends ask how I slept last night,
their faces bright with morning energy,
I smile and say the usual words,
while pain sits patient beside me;
the mirror shows the same face,
but behind my eyes lives something new,
a quiet teacher dressed in fire,
showing me what bodies can do;
some days I rage against this guest,
other days we sit in silence,
learning that strength has many forms,
and healing lives in acceptance.
