You want to know how I got carpal tunnel?
I couldn't stop pressing buttons in my heart
My heart had a meltdown and needed rewiring
I spent my days and nights wiping away my tears
I time traveled and became Betsy Ross
I sewed hundreds of red white and blue promises
I held my hand over my heart throughout every war
I spent my nights singing Amazing Grace
I wish I stead of carpal tunnel I could amputate
Everytime I think my wrist feels fine
I feel sharp agonizing pain throughout my arm
I can't clench my fist anymore so why have it?
Cutting off my whole arm is worse
Losing something that's been in my life so long
Forgetting the muscle memory
And not wanting my arm back is more difficult than I thought
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem