An old, dull ache
will radiate
from the small of my back,
as though
still carrying a load
past its destination
to the summit of the mountain;
bursting beyond
like clouds
under heavy rainfall.
It stalls,
that pain;
the only gain
from years with you.
It crawls up my bowed back;
a legless, misshapen monster
worming its way slowly
to my zenith;
my brain,
without which
I couldn’t feel pinpricks
or prolonged pain.
Round in circles again;
is pain a memory
or a promise?
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'It stalls,
that pain;
the only gain
from years with you.
It crawls up my bowed back;
a legless, misshapen monster
worming its way slowly
to my zenith;'
wonderfully unravelled,
your pacing was so seductive in this read, and impacted
the overall feel of your write, hugely.
(I'm not sure on your poignant question,
I know that for me, it represents
a necessity
to insure we, 'learn, to' or 'are reminded, of'
an appreciation for the unassuming gifts/mercy's in our lives.
whether these, aspects or points
represent something tangible
like pain, or hypothetical like promise
I doubt we could ever verify, but
that you include them in the same question
accepting them, as potential mirrors of themselves, is much more telling
'in my humble opinion'
maybe, on another day
a Time, before the sadness
your question may have been worded, a tad different
maybe, back then
a promise, mirrored: Hope?
and maybe that's what we're trying to find our way back to, while journeying
in your relatable words, all of us
a path back, to where we imbued hope
in the meaningful syllables
of our life's, chosen Perspectives...)
Yes, does it serve to remind us of our mistakes or act as a promise to ourselves never to make them again? Or simply a physical response that travels through the nerve fibres to the brain. & then, how do we interpret it then? I've been musing on this far too much instead of just trying to let go and move on (if such things are possible), which is why this came out I suppose. I'm glad you liked it ❤️
learning to shed
is a prerequisite of survival
otherwise, our burdens
will be too heavy
for us to take, that next
necessary: step...
(and while it's good to contemplate
and question, like any other action
if its not accompanied by purpose or intent
to resolve or act upon, what we've gleaned
then it will all be for nothing, my friend)
That's very wise. I shall endeavour to remember this as a mantra when faced with my endless, swirling thoughts x
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