Pain spoke…
When invited…
Pain arrived heavy
laden
in my hips and pelvis
moving downward.
Pain said, “I carry”
I felt the heaviness of a fully pregnant woman
The burden of a pack animal
prodding through life
seeking relief and freedom.
looking for the destination
waiting to arrive and release.
Pain then offered, “I hide”
An unknown that is
dark
moist
elusive
a fog —without edges, containing a “something.”
I must know.
I can’t see.
Round and round, round and round.
Hidden in deeply felt.
And Pain offered once more, “I grieve.”
Arriving in the heart, the gut
a vessel
a tunnel to “I am the many”
the waters in and between
It is… the not yet was.
Submerged in
gasping for breath
pleading for relief.
Emptying into the overflowing waters.
Pain is
my tormentor
my teacher
my partner.
My heart is grateful for the knowing.