A shadow falls upon the limb, A dull ache grows, the lights turn dim. The joint protests with every strain, A silent symphony of pain.
In the freezing stage, it starts its fight, A thief that robs the day and night. The simplest tasks, now battles steep, As movement flees, and tears may seep.
Months drag on with icy grip, Each flex met with a stinging whip. An endless freeze, a chilling tide, A storm of pain that won't subside.
Then stiffening locks its heavy chains, A glacier forms within the veins. Frozen solid, a body betrayed, Each motion fought, each hope delayed.
Yet time may grant a kinder phase, The thawing stage brings brighter days. With gentle warmth and patient care, A shoulder freed from icy snare.
Through therapy's guiding, steady hand, The joint learns once more to withstand. Stretch by stretch, the pain recedes, A blooming field replaces weeds.
Though months may turn to fleeting years, The path unfolds through trials and tears. Resilience fuels the healing fire, To break free from the frost's quagmire.
So let this tale, though stark and cold, Be one of strength and hope retold. For even in the darkest freeze, Recovery whispers in the breeze.
