Osteoporosis 

Your translucent bones

Bleached, brittle, faded away

See through intentions

Unable to bear the weight 

Made you give until you break

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41 thoughts on “Osteoporosis 

  1. Yes, they do break!
    Many times over &
    over.
    I will never forget Mom’s
    broken pelvis, that I
    sat & cried with her.
    She was terrified of
    hospitals. My Dad lived
    in & out of hospitals for
    30 years, with Mom by
    his side. His failing heart
    stopped at 72, Mom lived
    to be 96!

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  2. A lot packed in here; e.g., “see through intentions” – why am I surprised? Good doctor, you. Alert to what’s going on inside the persons you try to help but sometimes can’t. You hurt too. But the words do help.

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  3. My doctor told me I had osteoporosis about three years ago, so I take that monthly pill when I remember it which is not often. I think I don’t have any symptoms, but I did break my wrist in a fall a few years back. Your poem will probably make me remember to take that pill more regularly.

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  4. As a young woman, I never thought I would be afflicted by such a malady, but it hit me when I was not quite sixty–taking its toll on my height and my physical ability. I grew up on a farm, doing all the outside work farm kids do and was never a whiner, but believe me, I felt like whining when the bones started giving way. Hips and lower spine always seem to be the first to go.

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  5. A wonderful write! I would also like to add that men can also suffer from osteoporosis late in life, my grandfather actually died of osteoporosis, his spine actually was in a state of disintegration and he died a very painful death.

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