Pain is losing hope
for a normal future,
a family, a lover, a life.
Pain is being
brought to your knees
by insidious pain
which racks
the body
again
and again.
Pain is not
being able to walk
or not even to crawl
at times...
Pain is to be
talented, vital
resourceful, loving
yet not
being able
to
get out of bed.
Pain is creating
romantic scenerio
of unheard of possiblities
yet wondering
all the time
if
anyone could ever
really
want you.
Pain is the struggle
in everyday to find the joy
in existence,
while in
a
world of pain.
Pain is trying
to mend a broken body
hoping against all hope
for a new
day.
Pain is knowing
what you have created
in your life, so you,
might have compassion
for
others, like you.
Pain, in the knowledge
your compassion can't dry
their tears, take away
their pain, for
they,
have
chosen, like you.
Pain is in gratitude
for days when...
you are not in pain.
Pain is not wanting
to be a burden, to see
looks of pity, from those
not in pain.
Pain is not giving in
not to let yourself sink
into that dark abyss
that Hell
which is pain.
Pain is living
in a society which
values you not, which
shuttles
you from one
doctor
to another.
Pain is being bombarded
with annihilating drugs
destroying your
defenseless body
as
you stand helpless.
Pain is a government
pushing you aside for the next
in line, when you
stride forth
in bravery,
to honor
your
own path in healing.
Pain is weeping
uncontrollably for yourself
and others
like you, with
little
hope for a future
without
pain.
Pain is anger,
asking unanswered questions
from silent
institutions,
from
God. Anger, when
spent,
leaves weakness
despair
and grief.
Pain is withholding
not sharing your pain
with others,
they, not
wanting
to know,
or
believe, turning
away
in secret fear
of
their own pain.
Pain is a tree, falling
in an empty forest
with no one to hear
your
scream of pain.
..........Pain is Pain.........
Kay Ekwall©1999
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