Health Organization for Pudendal Education

I wrote a dozen poems today, tomorrow hubby and I are going to a 'poetry in the garden' event where public can perform.
I think they ended up a bit too private to say in public, but I'm ok to share here.

TENS

I'm zapping myself again
They say you can't feel two
different pains at the same time.
Thats a lie.
Mixed messages.
One from entrapment.
One from an electronic dial.
The only thing in common is that they are both battery operated.
I can choose to switch one off anytime.
But the other is a continuous assault,
only alleviated by the surgeons knife after a battery of tests.
They wont tell me where the switch is, they don't know themselves.
The current continues to flow, zapping the life out of me.



UNEMPLOYED

Such a great job spawned an early retirement.
I do not have it anymore, I gave it up because I could not work for it anymore.
My body retired and took a redundancy with no payout.
After all my passionate investment.
I thought I was wealthy... gliding, moving, shaking.
"Your services are no longer required, we have to let you go.
Do not try to hold on, it will cause you too much pain."
"You will never get your job back,
The only position you will fill now is that of a hunched cripple."
Ten minutes to get off the sofa.
The daily trip to the letterbox, peeing in a bag.
The only consolation is that my mind gets to fathom the depths of my loss on the way to Nirvana.

Thank you for sharing your poems with us, Kia. They were very moving. I agree that the general public may not understand the content, but please keep up your good work!
It must feel some what comforting to take such a painful situation (on so many levels!) and turn it into something beautiful and constructive!
Warm regards,
Karyn

Kia, that is some excellent writing.

Please don't feel like you will be unemployed forever though. There was a time I never dreamed I would be able to go back to work or to walk for 3 miles again. But now I can. I read your other report about your docs finally agreeing that you are not a head case. Hang in there and keep fighting.

Hugs,

Violet

Thanks Kia, insightful writing with raw angst, telling it like it is.
Helen