Physical Therapy

A cycle of poems «Traumatology»

Muscles aching, joints in pain,
Physical therapy, it's my refrain.
Stretches and exercises, each one designed,
To heal my body, restore my mind.

Physical therapy, the path to mend,
Strengthening my body, helping it transcend.
With every movement, I feel the gain,
Progressing towards a life without pain.

Therapists guide me, with hands so skilled,
Correcting my posture, building my will.
Through gentle adjustments and targeted care,
My body slowly begins to repair.

Physical therapy, the path to mend,
Strengthening my body, helping it transcend.
With every movement, I feel the gain,
Progressing towards a life without pain.

Some days are harder, the pain persists,
But I persevere, my spirit persists.
For in this journey, I find my strength,
As I work towards regaining my length.

Each session brings me closer to my goal,
Reducing stiffness, increasing my roll.
With every step, I feel more in control,
Rebuilding my body, making it whole.

Physical therapy, the path to mend,
Strengthening my body, helping it transcend.
With every movement, I feel the gain,
Progressing towards a life without pain.

Through physical therapy, I've found my way,
To heal my body, to reclaim my day.
With each improvement, my spirit soars,
As I move forward, pain no more.