My wrist lies limited and confined
against my leg
or the desk
or held close to my stomach
within the brace that keeps it immobile
and heavier than it should be.
Every action requires concentration
as the low grade pain
maintains its residence in my system
and I daydream of the time
when I can go back to drawing,
to knitting and typing easily
to my favorite childhood past time
of hand writing my words
on pages and pages of spiral notebooks
without even considering
that it could hurt.
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