Pain.
It rips through my body in waves
Starts in the middle and shoots
outward
Into my legs
My arms
Wraps itself around my back
I retch
Only air and the faint scent of dinner escape
Another wave
Tears through me
I roll into a ball and weep
Want to slide out of my skin
Shed it
Give it away
Hours I spend like this
Rocking
suffering
Bawling
At the hospital
I get relief
Until a new pain yanks me into its violent embrace
The earth shakes
Splits me in half
Head spinning
Mouth parched
Eyes squeezed tight
I cry unabashedly
And then I stop
Someone else is crying too.
Suddenly it doesn’t matter anymore
I don’t feel anything
But
Pure
Innocent
Love.
Authors note: this is an inverse poem. Read both ways, top to bottom, then bottom to top.
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💜Poignant and beautiful💜