Deafening

When I move, I grab my head to make sure it hasn't come loose.

When I wake up, my jaw is sore from the clenching and unclenching.

When the yoga pose for triangle is announced, I cower, knowing I can not move my neck that way.

When I sit down here to type something, anything, the cursor blinks at me, mocking me, frustrating me.

Draft after draft I have started. Draft after draft I have let languish. 

I'll be back soon.  As soon as I have something to say.