Pain

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Pain damps the fire colours

coarsens the singing of the morning

gnaws like Fenris Wolf

in the dark insides that no one sees.

I hear his laughter

as he strains against his chains.

His chains are mine too.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

19 thoughts on “Pain”

      1. Oh gosh. Don’t worry about it it’s okay. Poems often do touches in particular ways. It was an exceedingly good poem.

      1. My husband did the same! Had a nasty cough and cracked two ribs. I was feeling low because I thought it was healing, but yesterday it got so much worse. I’ll take a sleeping tablet tonight, see if that has an effect.

  1. The wolf gnawing “in the dark insides that no one sees.” A powerful metaphor for the severity of pain. For who can see pain, after all? And yet it’s strong. I also hope it’s ending for you, soon and thoroughly.

    1. Thank you. I was thinking how physical pain leads to mental pain, and how it is so hard to control anger when there’s something (nobody can see) chipping away at the nerves in the back. I’m finding it hard.

  2. I’m sorry you’re in pain. It is completely normal when feeling physically low to feel miserable too. Mind and body are one, not two different and divisible beings. I hope things improve for you soon.

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