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