A Easy Life
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You don’t flinch too often
Even though I can see the pain
Veining its way across your brow
In creases of anguish,
Much like torture
Laying bare all emotions
And cutting away all inhibitions
With a knife of agonizing severity
In the burns that have melted
Any thought of comfort
You don’t flinch, but repeat
The phrase, “I’m hurting”
Without so much as a shrinking
From the tender, excruciating burn
That festers and embitters
Creates a horrific honesty
Which penetrates even your dreams
With angst, worry that it will never
Be the same
That this pain will never end
And you will be left with
Only the memory of comfort
Peace that comes with the solace
Of knowing a pain free existence
A effortless life built on simplicity
Without difficulty or dread
Unproblematic, painless
You don’t flinch too often
Yet I see you in the mirror
When you think I can’t see
And there is a cringing squinch
A flinch that frees you from pretense
The pain brings a taste of strife
That most only know in nightmares
This nightmare was born
In the fire that touched your skin
And burned you with its flame
Its blaze of burning knives
Piercing you again and again
With an inferno of agony
Fire consumes all doubt of a easy life
After seeing a couple of the comments, I realized people were thinking this was about a firefighter, which it isn’t. It was written because my father in law was caught on fire and put out and had to go through the painful recovery process. He was much braver than I could have been – but there isn’t any doubt of the pain he experienced. He is much better now, healed, and glad to have made it through the ordeal.
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2021
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