We don't appreciate a good thing until it's lost

Lumbar support, a title I found irresistable to read. A creative metaphor in here:

I knew you had my back
My vision was clear like a basketball backboard
I thought my life was back on track
You saved me and became my lumbar support

I thought this was also ingenious:

I cannot help it. I was born this way
Thrown in this world with a crooked spine
I really tried but in the end I was forced to say:
One cannot live of roses and red wine

but, I would have worded it slightly differently, e.g.

I cannot help the way I was born
Thrown in this world with a crooked spine
Unable to straighten, I stayed that way
but many a times, I wonder
Can one live off roses and red wine?

Similarly, here:

The pain is still here and we are no more
The moments we had, the time we spend
It always ended with me outside your door
Because the division in effort was bend

I would have worded it differently:

The pain is still here and we are broken
The moments we had, the time we spent
Divisive roads, that often sent me
seeking a cure to my bend, back to your door
to find the miracle, in your lumbar support

This last stanza:

It doesn't matter how hard you try. My spirit never dies
I stopped being miserable, stopped being sad
Suddenly this vision will appear in front of your eyes
You'll see I was the best you ever had

I could have written it a little differently:

Wipe me out of your dreams
but, my spirits would never die
I know, one day
You will see, what you missed
and will I ever forget
my best lumbar support

The thoughts are what matter, regardless of the wordings, so I liked what you projected.

Nice piece and the message you conveyed in this piece have many lessons to learn. Good job. Keep writing:))

Nicely written