Back Attack

There’s nothing like a back attack
to make me re-assess my state.
The bend and pain may not be great,
but sure-as-shit I’m out of whack.

At first I fret. My mood goes black.
I rail a moment at my fate.
There’s nothing like a back attack
to make me re-assess my state.

For soon my attitude’s on track,
reviewing how I’ve moved of late,
and disassembling stress I hate
to recreate the calm I lack.
There’s nothing like a back attack
to make me re-assess my state.

(Rondel Prime)

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