Poem: Connections on the Cadeuxis

Sex makes my back hurt.
Laying in bed makes my back hurt.
I like laying in bed.
I love having sex.
I'm too young to have these issues;
But wait, I have them-
I must not be too young after all.
Walking helps my back feel better...
though I'm often very tired.
Stretching is supposed to make my back feel better,
(but really I don't notice the difference).

In this way, One is forced to walk.
And often.
In this way,
One may legitimately fear
that an end to sex
may one day be near.

Sex and pain,
relaxing and pain.
It doesn't seem right
for them to be connected.

Thirty-years-old,
One walks with a cane.
Barely an adult,
One is a slave to medications,
monthly Doctor visits,
hours of waiting at Pharmacies.
Literally unable to function
without this Trinity:
Two snakes intertwined
around a winged staff
indeed!
Their intertwining is my imprisonment.
Their venom is my medicine.
The wings on the staff
is the benefits One receives
from the Medical Trinity.

The staff is the instrument
which administers blows
to the patient,
as well as a permanent reminder
of the pain One would be in without
the Doctors.
A Medical Prisoner.
One never dreamed to be this way.
Not "Free" at all.
By any sense of the word.
No Thailand for a Medical Prisoner.
Not without Medicine, a Cane,
and a secret stash in case of theft.
Documents too,
to prove the need to transfer medicines
across National Borders.

Oh yes, not "Free"
by any sense of the word.