Wednesday, July 10, 2013

The Pain

They're naming the pain
The pain that cut like razors through me
The pain that burned on daily
The pain that resisted movement
The pain that said don't move
They're taking pictures of the pain
Glossies in black and white
The pain had terrorized me
So I just wanted to die each morning
For a year
And now I'm not alone
I talked about the pain
Even though the pain
Said this is our secret
It's no longer a secret
I don't know if it will go away
Though pain can
When you face it
It changes when it is probed
It's softened when it is named
I'm less afraid
Less alone
This is better

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