Business as usual has run amok
and with any luck you can at least
keep the beast at bay. They say
everything should be back to normal,
but that’s the formal way of saying
we’ve got our fingers crossed.
It has cost you a lot of time and
your energy has been depleted,
your malady has retreated and
you can assume planning
a counter offensive; an attack
to decimate your back further.
You revert to words; they never fail,
you can lay and flail fruitlessly
or pen your poems effortlessly.
For in the end you see that everything
will return to existing normal.
© Walter J. Wpjtanik – 2013