Dancing With My Pain

What is the opposite of an old friend? I wonder… a new enemy I suppose, but that’s not right. You have been with me for as long as I can remember. More of a constant, yet inconsistent companion, yes that’s it.

As I travel through my days and nights you linger near. Sometimes you are right by my side, sometimes, thankfully, a few steps behind. If I can run fast and far I lose sight of you in the distance. Blissfully, I believe you are gone, only to find you have overtaken me in a flash.

You catch my hand, drawing me in to your tight embrace, and once more I dance with my Pain. You lead, I know all the steps. But, I can’t keep up with your dervish and I crumble to the floor. Your song drowns everything else out with its beat, deafening. I gasp, I cry out, I weep.

You wrap yourself around me, formless, but oh… so solid, as if you will provide comfort… But you are Pain and I am ruined by your touch.