:: CURVEd
With June being scoliosis awareness month, I decided to jot down a quick poem about it. An imperfectly perfect characteristic of the body God designed just for me, it has been a part of me since I was diagnosed in middle school. Cause unknown, I lived with it through my youth. Avoiding more significant instances where corrective surgery is needed, I learned through the power of yoga, Pilates, and good posture that the pains of my spine, the pains my mom couldn't ease with just a simple kiss or hug, the pains I couldn't ease with just sleep, could be eased through exercises and better awareness to how my body was positioned. Knowing that back pain would be a life long side effect, I learned to love my curve.
Though I don't speak on it much, I know the dips, the turns, and overly used discs make me uniquely me. My spine is my trunk. And like a tree, I grow crookedly but always towards the sun.
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CURVEd
a poem to my spine
First R I G H T
left
a small
R O U N D about
Into A . . . H H H H
dip
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growing pains
T R E E S never grow straight
Crooked roots
the F O U N D A T I O N
still . . . S T R O N G
perfect
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during the drive
D I S C S may scratch in overuse