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.

  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!!
    Blessings,
    -Naia.

  6. TheOthers1 says:

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


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