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chronic pain

by Vikki Owens

doubled over,
day in day out.
paste a face on yourself, woman,
you have a life to live.
no one needs to see
how violently
this sword inside me
splits me,
stem to sternum,
mind to body,
and breaks my soul.

there was a friend of mine,
i kept it in a drawer,
a constant friend, in my purse,
the contents of my life
summed up by prescription.

funny how pain is so defined
yet vague,
and what have i been medicating?

my friend whispers in my ear,
im just a doctors slip away.
life is easier,
painfree and blissful,
eyes washed
and skin cleaned,
numbed and sedated,
why let my grasp slip away?
you dont have to agonize,
you dont have to explain,
you dont have to think,
you dont even have to breathe.

just swallow and wait for the pain to abate.

05/18/2012

Posted on 05/19/2012
Copyright © 2024 Vikki Owens

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