Still

If I sit still long enough--and I focus on something outside of myself, I stop feeling the pain for a little bit. For a few moments, my back muscles aren't in knots, my shoulders and neck don't feel like they are on fire. The pain in my right arm ceases to exist; my ribs don't feel like they are being pulled apart and I can concentrate and feel free.

Unfortunately, movement is necessary and things need to be done. The pain reminds me that I am still alive and that there is work to do. If only my thoughts could be more complete; that I could connect them together and turn them into something coherent.

I wish I wish movement felt more like the moments that I am still...