Pain

Pain, it envelopes me like a
blanket of dark clouds

Persistent, piercing and I
ask God why

Excruciating, debilitating,
incapacitating

Without suffering one can
be so smug, so complacent

Because of it one can achieve
compassion and mutual
understanding

May the blanket of dark clouds
fill me with warmth and
anesthetize me

Go Back

Lucille Griswold