I want to take a few moments to thank all of those who left supportive comments and sent emails whilst I was away. I appreciate your concern and support. The end of the week was particularly hard for me, and Mantra recognized it early.
The impish one was trying, in her own way, to give me advice. As usual, it would fall on the cloth ears attached to the stone at the end of my neck. I was hospitalized this weekend. No worries. I am progressing well and should be back to my normal (whatever that is) self shortly.
Meanwhile, what the pixie created for you for tonight is a place many of us have been before. It takes many different guises. Sometimes, it is merely physical. Other times, it is mental. Either way, pain is real.
As is customary, the title of this poem is simple: Pain. It takes us on the path we travel to get to relief.
Clenched in a vice would be better.
It offers relief if you reach
The handles of the crank or get
Someone to release the setter.
No matter how you move, this way or that
You are caught beneath the powerful tide.
Wave after wave hits. Each bearing one new.
Trembling or shaking or dripping with sweat.
Knees become weak as you fall to the ground.
Stomach flips and threatens to make you sick.
Light pierces the bone and sears grey matter.
You duck and cover from the weest sound.
In darkness, you’re begging for sleep to come,
But the pillows are boulders, mattress a stone.
Hot water pouring brings short-lived relief,
But agony receded is welcome.
You give in to pills with no guarantee
The pain will subside, but you’ve tried it all.
From the throbbing, wrenching, torturous pain,
Something must exist to make you pain-free.
Have you ever suffered from migraines or physical pain as described in the poem? Do you try everything else before you head for the medicine cabinet or the pharmacy? What is the one pain in your life you would like to eradicate?