The Writing Hand

It happened very fast
A few weeks ago
A Thousand pounds of heavyweight
Pressing down slowly against my flesh
Crushing one knuckle only to be popped back into place
Almost shattering the most precious thing that I value most about myself
 
The ability to write.
About happiness
About life
About everything
But within a blink of an eye that changed
This is a real photographic memory to me
Writing is powerful
Without a voice it is a poetic novel
Nothing was broken
But I feel suspended
Slightly deprived of my freedom
My pencil is my wand
my scroll is how I control
 
 
No ice ,no heating pack ,no over the counter pain reliever can comfort me at
this time
All I can do is massage and elevate the swelling it is my dominant  
my fingers are still numb
I feel nothing
So I rely on artificial intelligence to spit my rhymes to a device
Learning how to use my left
It's a very big challenge
it's like taking baby steps
 
On top of that I have arthritis
I recently removed my own stitches five to be exact  
oh...........
How long to just get this feeling back!
 
My composition holds all of my wisdom The Joy of putting it on paper  
and creating art to draw my story  
really made me feel accomplished
Some say it could have been worse
That moment was very tragic
I'm taking it one day at a time to rehabilitate and restore my magic.