My focus is warped
warring with a deep physical need
to soothe the swimmer’s itch rash
inflaming my legs.
My focus is divided
vying with the physical need
of finding a more comfortable
means of sitting up all night,
My focus is eroded
by the pain of our
discontented hearts,
Beautiful Laurie! I love the movement and repetition of the phrase, “my focus” (divided , warped and finally eroded.) Very impactful and very timely! This poem and subject really resonate with me. I hope you submitted this poem! I think this will resonate with many readers!