Understanding the limits of my body started with the pain.
Exempting from gym classes for me was the punishment.
I loved to move, to run, to do gymnastics.

Why not the pain save me from itself
but I have to avoid the activities
which I like and are pleasing to my body,
to spare me.

One day I can fly, another barely walk.
A top and a bottom, extreme contrast
and a shock for the body.
So I have been asking myself which is that
governing body to which I can
make a request to save me from
its pain? Maybe to the brain?

Dear brain,

please don’t fall for the provocation of the receptors.
The flare of the pain is just a firework of unnecessary
impulses. An expensive show which is costing me, but not you.
Can we pass this time, without theatre, scenes, and drama?

Sincerely yours,
on autopilot during the pain
Milica

That’s the limit.
I am not in charge anymore.