day 03
school is torture
in more ways than one
my brain is tired
while my body teems with nervous energy
unused nervous energy
i have to push it out of me
as i jerk and dance
to the music in my earbuds
gently, of course
so as not to irritate the swollen joint
my left-hand writing
is slowly improving
i rub the tell-tale sore on my finger
with quiet disdain
i've found the least painful
of the myriads of pains
is the dull, thumping, throb
it pulses gently, numbing my whole hand
when it's not throbbing, however,
the ache travels
it snakes up and down my knuckles,
it bridges over to my other fingers
i didn't cry today
sure, there where many instances
in which i felt the indisputable urge to violently sob
but i took some deep breaths,
clenched my jaw tightly,
and pushed through it
no, i didn't cry today