Pain

Pain is my nemesis.

My cross to bear.

Burning spreads across my chest.

Tentacles snake up my neck ... across my shoulders... down my arms...

If I drew it, it would look like a molten heaving mass - black, and red, and yellow...

Fatigue melts my flesh ‘til it feels liquid and heavy... 

the only respite - 

Be a horizon on a bed of relief. 

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

My soul whispers...

“Let go of the sea of shame.

The dishes will wait.

The floors will stay unswept.

No one is coming to judge your decor.

Let go.”

I lay as an horizon. 

My body at rest...restore...repeat.

I’ve been here before,

I’ve risen.

I will.

Again.