Against All Odds

It started building in my larger joints. Then progressed to smaller ones, like my hands, my second-best built-in tool I carry with me. Now, the arthritis that is, has into my jawbone, my first best tool, that thing that helps me make the noises that form the words I live by. The doctors give me shots and want to replace everything with brand new parts. A complete overhaul per se, but I like antique things. Some would call it selfish, other say, good for you. I don’t much care about letting go and moving on. Maybe it is a Scorpio thing, a brooding trait of unkempt emotions. I still will decide to stick with the tried and true, even if the pain is becoming unbearable, there are stories in these bones, and I still have time to tell them to you.