After a morning
of pain
(not mine)
I lay down
and tried
to run away.
It didn’t work.
The pain ran with me.
Pain is a fast runner.
It can stick to you
like a shadow.
Exhausted, fearful
I tried a different tactic;
stopped running,
turned to it
and smiled.
Spoke to it
and listened.
Discovered
we are not enemies.
It is not evil, simply
the way things are.
It needs my love
and runs after me
to ask it.
I can reach out to it
now, touch it, even.
I can feel my heart melt.
We can sit together
in the half-light,
listen to each other’s stories
and hold hands.
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Your poem really resonated with me. It is a poignant reminder that we need to face whatever it is we are running from … we will be much better for it.
I’m happy you found resonance in this! It’s one of those poems that wrote itself, (something one part of me evidently needed to teach another) – and I felt grateful for it when it appeared. Thanks!
Beautifully put💕
from such suffering
great compassion
is expressed 🙂
It is true, no running from pain. Very meaningful and beautiful poem.
Wonderful! There is something so brave about it, that’s a big step, to embrace pain.