It is a sharp knife

It is a sharp knife

A stiletto

Not on a shoe

Inappropriate footwear

Can be a deadly weapon

In the wrong hands

Tread carefully

Tiptoe through crazy paving

It is an uneven surface

When not bedded in well

A fall is a danger

At any time of life

The bones snap

Dry as a wishbone

Never tell

It is a secret only you know

Pain has a relative reaction

It follows a known pathway

Well trodden

With little chance of deviation

Lancing through

Even the stoutest defence

A stab in the dark

Can be life changing

Even the stoic

Can be laid low

Eventually

There is chronic pain fatigue

Medicate

With tiresome affect

Depress,

Take the plunge

Ask,

You may receive

Withdrawal is difficult

But the relief is palpable

As the mood lifts

The balance shifts

The nagging, gnawing

Insatiable drain on your resources

Is stemmed

The blade removed

Until the next short sharp shock

Brings another twist