Letters of Annoyance

Author's Note: I wrote this about my scoliosis. It's been on my mind lately and is distracting me and I thought this piece was the perfect way to express that. 

                                                                 

                        

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  Dear Curve,

   Why do you have to exist? What is your excuse? You know, you really do cause a lot of problems for people. I am distracted by you. Every day, 90 percent of the time you are a lingering thought in my mind. The dumb curvature you are, sparking questions, I ask myself “What if I need surgery like poor Isabelle?”  or “Are those  uncomfortable sharp pains I experience caused by you?” . Other times I even ask “Can something be neurologically wrong with me?”.  I will get of rid of you. You’ll be leaving my back in no time. Hopefully. Until my doctor’s appointment,  please don’t cause me pain. You’re just another bump in the road. Literally.

                                                          Sincerely,

                                 Very annoyed  teenager

  

Dear "Very Annoyed Teenager",

I’m sorry I am complicating things. An arced spine can’t be that bad. Right? Just hang on. Your Doctor will find a way to rid me off. Unfortunately for me, doctors  always do. As much as I like being scoliosis, I know we must part ways. For your well being, I will leave. Your doctor will make you get x-rays for a few more years just to make sure I am gone. I will try to leave, but nothing is promised or guaranteed.

                                                Sincerely,

                                Your Agitating Curve

Only a Human

Author's Note: I didn't write this poem about me. I wrote it about other girls who I've encountered before.  As I kept writing it, I found it got easier and easier to create the poetic story of a girl who tries to stay strong for so long, but she can only hold so much. 


                                    Her smile is taken as the moment proceeds.

                                   Crashing down, comes her world. 

                                   The words her friends speak build her up, strong and steady,

                                   While inside she's breaking, quick and easy

                                                She goes on. 

                                   If only people knew.

                                   How would they react?

                                   With empathy? Sympathy?

                                   A world of secrets is held back as she faces the public.

                                                She goes on.

                                 Dark, painful day. 

                                 Life threw its strongest curve-ball,

                                 But she was not ready to bat. 

                                 More horrible moments are to come.

                                            She goes on. 

                                  One can only stay so strong before they have to be human.

                                  When will her time be?

                                  Her shoulders get heavier. And heavier. And heavier.

                                  Heavy enough to fail.

                                         Will she go on?