RAINBOW SALAD PROMPT: DISABILITY PRIDE

Acceptance Forged by Pain

this is my life, my mission . . .

Lately, pain’s been hard-cracking my carcass a pulsing jackhammer packing heat like a mercenary derailing each train of thought hammering jalapeño spikes under my toenails and into every raw nerve leaving me directionless taut, fraught and impaled by a crumpled heap of scrap iron fondly referred to as my body.

I refuse to speak to my agony dress it up like a babydoll tyrant drone on about its control over me eye-glazing those around me defining, listing, deconstructing.

I used to do that . . . droning on for years relishing my pain as a focal point.

It took decades to crawl to this pinnacle but I refuse to let pain be my identity now and here’s how I derail pain instead of letting pain derail me.

Splash a sky vista that’s begging for paint thank a stranger who’s just been a saint dilute my dislikes with cranky restraint hush so I can savor each chirrup of faint.

Cool intent can suck the big carbuncle a jabbing crowbar orders me to say uncle so sure too much torture will trip my trunk but buoyancy bounces away lingering funk.

The firmament affirms crackles and pops trusting this trial will dwindle to dew drops I’ll soon be fit to traipse along cloud tops up where trauma is mollified by lollipops.

Meanwhile I cut my sky paintbrush loose pretending my imagination can be profuse misery becomes an overlooked caboose as I behold bliss from atop a blue spruce.

A trillion razors like traipsing star lasers splash in the spirit of cosmos trailblazers trample this assignment like a hell raiser sooner or later becoming a grace praiser.

Thanks to Sadie Seroxcat for inspiration and depth of vulnerability:

Chantelle Atkins shows there are many ways to get snuffed by life:

Carlos Garbiras . . . when all else fails to buoy me . . . I turn to testicles: