I Know Something About Pain
A crack of light through the blinds
Is it night or day?
My fingertips run down my warm face.
Yes, you’re still here with me.
I can feel you down my neck, arms, back.
Lately, you never leave me. The constant reminder that I still feel. My sanity challenged every waking moment. At times, the desperation that overtakes my whole being wanting to feel something else, somewhere else. A distraction to the sharpness, achiness. You want to take control over me, you fight me, yet I remain strong. I will not give up. Pain, pain, pain...you are not my enemy but my source of strength.
Is it night or day?
My fingertips run down my warm face.
Yes, you’re still here with me.
I can feel you down my neck, arms, back.
Lately, you never leave me. The constant reminder that I still feel. My sanity challenged every waking moment. At times, the desperation that overtakes my whole being wanting to feel something else, somewhere else. A distraction to the sharpness, achiness. You want to take control over me, you fight me, yet I remain strong. I will not give up. Pain, pain, pain...you are not my enemy but my source of strength.
