The Seasons….

The seasons slowly turn

as the earth on it’s axis

slowly, the earth does the dance

of the changing days

Others, they look up and marvel

at the beauty and the turning

Inside my body

my muscles and tendons

ligaments and bones

cry out

as the seasons

wreak havoc within me

The beauty that others see

only causes me pain and torment

My body is a living, breathing


The pain rises as the changes come

the torment ripples through my flesh

as the falling temps

and wind and rain and snow

turns and changes and surges

through my aching, burning, howling


and soul.


(this poem is the intellectual property of The Nocturnal Laundress ~ Julie Nichols © 2015)


About teeks55

I'm a spoiled rotten wife. Reader. Crazy cat lady. Aging bohemian hippie. Poker player. Pain fighter. Dealing with Fibro, RA, Diabetes & more.
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7 Responses to The Seasons….

  1. Chess says:

    Wow, you have exactly pegged how changing seasons feel to those with illness, kudos to you!

  2. marcus says:

    Wishing pain did not exist but pain is also a measure of strength. Your piece is a testament to that. Truly beautiful.

  3. dawnhosking says:

    Spot on, that is so spot on xxx

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