Like a surprise and most unwelcome guest.
Whether it’s the first hard day in awhile
or the next in a long, ongoing flare.
Feels like acid rushing through veins.
Limbs are so heavy.
Showers are painful.
Mental calculus for every movement.
How long can the bathroom wait?
Can’t even see, sometimes.
Medication doesn’t help.
Neither does meditation
or any of the well-worn remedies.
Click through media
looking for a brain distraction.
There is no escape.
Guilty, as she cancels plans.
How long until she “feels better”?
What is “better”, anyway?
Is this her new normal?
she is not alone.
to love herself
through as many tomorrows as it takes.