I Did Not Know of This Pain

For I didn’t know, I didn’t know of, This fire of pain, From the fingers, the hands, the feet, Can’t stand up, Can’t lay down, Dreaming, Longing for my body to float away on water, For this pain to melt away, For a healer to lay down their gentle hands on me, To lift me up again, So once again I might see the stars, Breathe the summer air, For I did not know, I did not know of this Pain. Soon through the cracks, Through the partially open curtains, I hope for the morning light to find its way to me, For the long shadows of night to be in retreat, Then, I will callout for Help. John Roberts (I had a flare-up recently of Rheumatoid arthritis and I wrote this poem to give expression to the experience and for all people suffering pain. Pain can seem even greater at night when the world is still outside)