CALF MUSCLES AND CRAMPS: An invisible algorithm

Your day is an archive of cash and clocks,
Of which a thousand are small errands in the dust,
While the bone marrow calculates metabolic debts,
The hinges of the knees gather their rust.

It’s the slow poison of the ordinary:
The extra caffeine that emptied the cells,
The sprint for the closing train,
The quiet where tension dwells.

Then, in the drift of dream’s deep sea,
Logic of the body breaks.
A sudden, knotted geometry,
As the thirsty fiber shudders and quakes.

It turns the soft calf into a mountain range,
As a granite peak beneath the skin;
A biological debt, collected at the edge of the bed,
For the hydration that didn’t get in.

You stand on the floorboards, a ghost in the dark,
Waiting for the “cancel” command to take,
Until the pulse loses its spark,
And the muscle learns how to un-break.

To heal is to calm the fire and gale,
To pour back the nectar the morning has spent,
For even the brightest of spirits will fail,
If the vessel of Earth is very brittle and bent.

Go easy with the frame that carries your weight,
And find a well before it turns dry;
A life that is measured by what’s on its plate,
Will eventually lock up and demand to know why

~Praneetha Syamson~

Praneetha Syamson is a present BAMS student at Dr. NRS Ayurvedic College, Vijayawada. She is a girl who strongly believes in destiny and busy finding hers. She is very much interested in both reading and writing. Poetry is her perfect cup of tea. Hustling through life, she lives as a girl of calm and chaos making her life colourful.

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