Sore bodies to me
have always been reflections
of life well lived.

Be it a hard day of work
or a long day of play,
my life story can be told
by these muscles that ache.

Uncomfortable as it is,
(I’ve been squirming for hours)
I could never ask for change;

not today, when too much
sitting and laying down,
maybe curled up in the wrong ball
have yielded such serenity.

These few days haven’t been perfect
but they’ve been breathable.
My best medicine: abundant oxygen.

The good will fade away 
the bad will smooth out,
and the normal will once more
be the king of every week.

But today’s pain is worthwhile.
It purges stress and heartbreak
paving the way for reclaimed success.