'Pains Pill' Poem by Linda Winchell

Pills to ease the pain in my fingers and hands.
The onset of summers storm curling my fingers into twisted pretzel forms.
Eyes now heavy as if swollen, trying to keep myself awake. Heart beat slowing as my ears against the pillow reveal.
Rememberance of Mother's cries, inherited genes now mine.

Not looking forward to the future cost of this inherited nightmare.
Tears now well, trying to see some meaning and distorted beauty of what God has blessed me with, for there is none.
My cross to bear alone in days to come. My knees swollen and fill with fluid. Making the easiest of movement a trial of will.
Did I ever think that this would be my plight? Does one ever know their lifes' outcome?
God forgive me, for I want no pain, no cross, no inheritance of such it is to be.
Rid me of it. I will take another pill, ending this journey, allowing my body to resemble normal pose.