In Pain

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in silent shelter
minimizing what we expose
we cry and ache

but sometimes
it becomes necessary
to combine a consonant and a vowel

shedding light on our pain
it eases the burden we carry
that which shackles us from change

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Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Saturday Mix

Reblog – Weigh Scale by Candice Louisa Daquin

The harshness of pain and the lightness of release, a constant cycle we as humans endure. Living requires courage and determination, or?

TheFeatheredSleep

Do you hear it?

Relief sounds like

a girl’s slip

a bird’s wing

your eye lashes fluttering

against your blushing cheek

Do you hear it?

Suffering sounds like

cloth pulled by stick across dirt floor

chalk pressed violent into board

fingers opening blouses raggedly

your chest bone protrudes

more than the year before

Do you hear it?

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Injurious Wrath

it was outrage
validating your feelings
but forgiveness tells you
the fury’s no longer needed

the anger felt like a best friend
your shield
who can now leave your side
because she knows you got this

letting it go
feeling yourself lift
becoming unburdened from the past
a healing has begun

Wordle #478

Little Maddie could feel the sting on her skin, right below the bend of her arm. She cried so hard; it broke my heart as I watched her pull on the frilly lace of her sleeve. The wasp had pricked through on a recent scar—first, the trike accident, now this.

I scanned the list of numbers on the fridge and made the call to the doctor. He suggested a couple of tabs of Tylenol and to spread some anti-itch gel on the sting, making sure to remove the stinger first. Naturally, I managed to spill it all over my hands.

Reblog – PAIN by Asonje Jesse

Very profound thoughts. I was impressed with how the writer captured the emotions “feeding” on our misery. Well done micropoetry, IMO.

incomprehensibus

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The pain is a parasite

Feeding on my hurt

Growing and mutating

On the sorrows of my ego

The child of a bad experience.

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Reblog – One Card Pull: Ten of Swords by L. Stevens

OUCH!! But not wrong. This is accurate on so many levels. I’ve heard people say that “Pain is my muse” with respect to writing but I think it’s pretty accurate to say that those with a determined spirit would feel the same. For justice and their healing, pain inspires them to overcome and thrive because of it. This piece reasonated with me powerfully.

Everyday Strange

the ten swords
you pressed and
twisted into
my back hurt
and tore me
open but
they became
the best thing
that ever
happened to
me

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Reblog – Addict by Candice

Pain and its retreat is something we all look for, don’t we?

Sacred Venus

Choke it down

To recieve one more

Sit in the room

Stare at the door

Hate myself

Love you less

Can’t stand the pressure

Yet live for the stress

Doors close

Lights fade

Pray for our demise

Until then keep up the charade

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To What End

neglected
by the protectors
in charge
i’ll struggle

surrounded
by the horrors
the world has to offer
i’ll fight

living
by the sword
most of my days
i’ll wither

broken
by this life
and dysfunction
i’ll breakthrough

“Behind every beautiful thing,
there’s some kind of pain.”
― Bob Dylan

Assessment

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not gonna lie
this limited life experience
gives us some happiness

feeling free in our youth
fun with our friends
getting our bearings

but it’s not always so
we aren’t always so lucky
as evidenced in monstrous curve balls

the older we get
the harder it becomes
to navigate in some semblance of peace

happiness eludes us
negligible moments of comfort
in between the waves of pain

as contentedness is yearned
survival and self-preservation
locks in and takes hold of us

we despair and hope for ease
uttering a cry to be left unharmed
to remain untouched by the sorrows of life

looking back on it all
happiness is elusive and fleeting
the joys felt just dull the anguish

life is hard
life isn’t pretty
but when it’s filled with love, it’s better