That’s what I get for saying things like, “I’m going to be more scheduled!” I skip a week. Bah.
This turned out nothing like I planned, but that’s okay. 😀 I’d meant it to be prose, and here it turned into a poem-like… thing. A friend happened to be nearby as I was writing it and challenged me. So, naturally, can’t turn that down, amirite?
Inspired by my own unexplained back pain that has been plaguing me for the last week. Ugh. Go away.
Half serious and half for fun. Some swear-y-ness.
The pain is excruciating.
Hurts so much it is maddening.
That’s the way of pain, though.
If we knew it was coming, it wouldn’t.
Hurt so much, that is.
And the types of pain.
Emotional—God, does it last. Forever, seemingly,
Psychological—another, so terrible,
especially because it’s unseen.
And physical. The snapping of bones,
rending of flesh,
even the stubbing of toes.
All have the potential
to bring tears to the eye.
“All wounds heal,”
as it’s said,
and “all scars fade.”
But oh, do they ache.
One of the worst pains of all,
as many would agree,
is one we all suffer from
you’re in the middle of some mindless task,
and the next thing you know,
HOLY SHIT. THAT HURTS LIKE A MOTHER.
GET ME A GODDAMN BAND AID, KAY THANKS.
AND NEOSPORIN, POR FAVOR.
Stupid paper cuts.