Sara J Poet Free verse

A Waltz With Pain

Pain is a strange thing.
Each one of us dances with it differently.
It touches everyone’s hand the same way,
Yet some feel it breeze past and others are left with fractured fingers.
I have experienced many dealings with pain
I’m often fearful I’ve gone numb to it.
Whilst my brother cries over a dripping nose,
my body is wrapped in scars, my spine embraces metal.
These joints, these muscles are so saturated with pain.
I feel they will simply flee with the passing wind.
Dust.
Only the dust remains.
Dust.
Along with agony.

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Unseeking Seeker June 15, 2022 at 9:37 PM A deep perspective indeed, Sara. When pain is, no thoughts can arise. In the void therein, God’s grace then in-pours, for we are His children, never abandoned.

Beata Agustin May 26, 2022 at 8:17 AM Thanks for sharing this. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." God bless you.