Spoons

Spoons

Living with chronic pain can be a nightmare as people don’t see pain. As its not a physical thing. This poem is from a woman describing how she deals with such pain.

The Poem of Spoons

People often ask me,
How do you cope?
How do you manage?
I say how long is a rope.

There’s a story that explains it,
that helps people understand
Its a story of spoons,
everything we just have to plan.

A healthy person,
Has unlimited spoons.
An invisible pile,
that reaches as high as the moon.

A person who is ill
or has chronic pain.
They have to ration their spoons,
therefore can’t do the same

For every task we do,
throughout the day.
It cost us a spoon
be it work rest or play.

A person who is ill
has limited spoons.
With their daily tasks
they are gone all too soon.

Some times we push ourself
and do far to much
Then me must rest
to let our body catch up.

Some tasks take one spoon,
others take more
If we do not keep check,
we could collapse on the floor

We become experts
at managing our spoons.
So they last the whole day
and don’t disappear all to soon.

There are days
when unexpected things come up
Then is when we push ourself s
and have to rest to catchup.

So if we are tired
and can not meet up.
Walk a mile in our shoes,
take a sip from our cup.

Written by Jerri42
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