Hidden Diamonds

Sitting here typing this, I can feel my joints crying out at me in protest for doing something as normal as sitting. Spasms are running down my legs and my buttocks, my lower back.

I remember to count. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8. It doesn’t seem to help. My feet are throbbing and even now I can feel the knots in my back moving underneath the skin.

It feel as if I have glass under the surface of my skin that bites and pinches when I move. When I was younger I thought that broken glass looked like diamonds; except these diamonds could make you bleed.

Sitting here, I can feel my calf muscles tightening and knotting together; I have weights on the back of my legs, weights that try to pull me down into the earth, a mass of skin on the ground.

Another hot jab pokes at me from my back, as if it wants to come through the front. I drink my coffee and wonder if it’s too early in the morning to take an asprin.

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About Jamieson Wolf

Jamieson an award winning, number-one bestselling author. He writes in many different genres. Learn more at www.jamiesonwolf.com
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One Response to Hidden Diamonds

  1. Jax says:

    This is really very moving stuff Jamieson. I’ve always admired your go get ’em attitude, and now I just admire it more. πŸ™‚

    You really do rock my socks. πŸ˜‰

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