Like a dark rain cloud appearing suddenly in the summer sky,
Like a black crow swooping down out of nowhere to steal the seeds,
Like a predator lurking in the shadows waiting for its moment to pounce.
Pain tearing trough my body, my back.
Unable to move, unable to think.
So hard to concentrate.
On anything other than the pain.
The worries soon appear.
About tomorrow, about next week.
How long will it last.
A day? a month?
Will plans have to change?
Will my family cope?
My own body has become my prison.
Keeping me trapped. In my bed. In my house.
When it goes it feels like it has never visited,
It is soon forgotten,
Until next time.