Alter quaint contrail

I may have absorbed some of my grandma’s condition, for I spent three days under their roof.
In their 80’s.
The back is bent over, a spinal hunch.

Today I can barely stand straight. Proper is usually my forte, when performing a ‘have to be around people’ act.
But now, it’s a ‘I need to feel normal again’ weight on my shoulders.
Also from transporting things up and down the stairs for decorating purposes.
My shoulders, back and spine have given into the gravity of despair.

Got to find a quiet spot to regain significance.


About Hannah's Defense

I'm a graphic arts musician with love always on the brain. I yield to art and randomly sing songs.

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