“Snap, crackle, pop” – goes my knee.
My footfall is a symphony of onomatopoeia
As my knee sings a silent song.
Click, clack, click, clack.
There’s a lot of banter and chatter
As my tendons clatter and rattle,
A constant battle against inertia.
Grind, *stop.* Grind, *stop.* Grind…
Stretching equals popping and locking,
Every extension a key that’s stopping
Midway through its course.
I flip and flop in bed, turning and churning,
Anything to alleviate the burning,
Yearning for a good night’s sleep.
With each bend, I can feel my knee rend.
…I could continue, but I think I’ve made my point.
My knee really hurts.