Pain affects our flow
Removes our glow
Distracts us from the purpose
As though just to curse us
Why do we often wonder
Is it so much like thunder?
Can’t we get relief?
Could we catch this thief?
So much we cannot do
Watch out for the other shoe
Don’t know where to go
Have to find my Mo-jo
This pain’s so bad
It can make me sad
Some treat it as a fad
Seems to make them glad
I have no use for it
When bad I’ll have a fit
Can’t get used to it
Sometimes my pain
Is like an endless rain
Won’t it please end soon?
Release itself, like
A butterfly from its cocoon
Today the sun shines
And I’m feeling fine
Maybe it’s in the mind
Peace is where I’ll find
Stanski
October 23, 2022, ^
Steve Haarman 