By Amanda Shelton
I once was able to run
nine miles a day,
now all those miles
seem so far away.
I am like a tree,
I am rooted where I stand
I am twisted up in unforgiving knots.
I know you think you understand,
but the truth is you don’t
because you can move
and use your hands.
I am stuck twisted and contorted
in ways you could never understand.
My back is bent and rusted,
my knees creak and pop,
like an old car,
but I ran out of oil for my joints
now there stuck in odd positions.
You can only imagine.
I hurt, my pain burns to the bone,
grinding ******* my every move.
I can’t move like you,
I twitch and ****,
I shake and stutter,
my mind is full of painful clutter.
Dystonia since 1981,
I was born with a twitch, ****,
and a stuttering switch with every move I make.
My nickname is Mizztwitch.*