pain — poem

the pain my hand subsides, but there are other types of pain as well

I heard your voice
felt from words, and silence
punctuating every line

Have known such pain
and cursed it, silently
unfeeling ball and chain

reach out a single finger
that in touching,
I may not bear the weight

but strengthen, signal you
to hope, to soar
toward light and weightless flight

15 Comments on “pain — poem”

  1. pain is a gift. 🙂 it brings out the best in people. 🙂

  2. beebeesworld says:

    I love the way you connect physical ans emotional pain-it reminds me of my own writing-nice.

  3. lovely and i like the last stanza too. 🙂 Hope the hand pain is healing nicely.

    • billgncs says:

      glad you liked it, I am through the painful part, now I just have to resist the siren’s call of my bicycles ( smile )

      • good luck with that. I know how hard it is to resist something you love….ha! I just remembered an old schtick you could do with your doctor…ask him/her if you’ll be able to play piano after you heal…it’s funnier if you’ve never played before….

  4. pain suffered in many forms is still pain…wonderful write and no typo’s! God Bless

  5. globalunison says:

    This is a perfect poem for bed time! I just climbed in my bed to sleep! Thank you for the lovely post!!

  6. TheOthers1 says:

    I love the last stanza. To hope, to soar.

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