
pain
note from self
pain—such a tiny
word for a complex
set of sensations
the body wants to
name as unpleasant
but is that true?
it is so at the most
obvious plane—
when she resists
but if she opens—
this takes quiet and
deeper attention
moving in, moving near
snuggling with the
flicking, enraged alligator
rather than running from it—
the pain dissolves into
tingle and birr and zing
she reminds herself—
the body tells the truth
the mind, a blatant liar
2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
This one is pretty damn brilliant. Those who have experienced it will know. Those who haven¹t might think you¹re crazy lol To you, my brave friend, I send love. XO Sylvia
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Thanks! I don’t think it’s bravery when there’s no choice….
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I think the choice comes about whether to squirm and try to avoid the pain or get quiet and let it become sensation. That’s where the bravery comes in. Sometimes it’s hard not to squirm, eh? XO
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Oh, you’re right. Okay, I accept the bravery! Thank you for showing me that.
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