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I woke up today
glad that I did
with crippling
back pain and
Tylenol fix
but as I sit here now
heat pack in place
hardly able to walk
drink without chase
—karma’s a bitch—
but I’m glad I woke up
if just now to say
I’m glad I woke up
regardless the pain.
I see a lot of people
not liking themselves
Whose only hobby it seems
is not liking themselves
Figuring out new ways
of not liking themselves
I see a lot of people who are all the same
holding onto their pain like a talisman
And though it pains me to say it
I’ve still got to say it:
that kettle over there looks rather black.
There has to be a better way
than all this bitter pain
and suffering that after a while
no longer feels much like
pain and suffering but rather
mute normalcy of the day
which never really fully ends
and on into the night
which never allows for proper sleep.
Perhaps a song will help
my friend, for now
I think it’s for the best.
One day you will wake up
to find yourself very successful
or very much alone.
If you are lucky enough
you might even wake to both.
Whom ever is next to you on that day
try your best not to create
a fiction to deny your current state,
and choose wisely your diction
each time you fall back to sleep.
Do not make this common mistake,
going to sleep as means to dream.
Rather wake up knowing love and pain
can not survive without the other.
If all you have learned from pain and suffering, is pain and suffering, you may not have been paying close enough attention. It’s easier than not to be distracted by pain in the midst of true suffering. And true suffering can come and go like an univited guest whom you immediately tell to leave, but pause for a moment. Instead of shunning, try welcoming it. If you can listen long enough, you will understand that all your pain and suffering is valid, and in turn more valuable than a room full of welcome guests. It can teach you many things but first you must learn how to listen and that in itself is yet another form of pain and suffering, one that with patience, and practice, can be somewhat managable. It all just depends on who’s speaking because your pain and suffering is not mine, and mine is not yours, but if you listen closely I believe you’ll see we aren’t so different, we aren’t nearly as alone.
An
intense
stabbing
pain,
reminding
me
how
lucky
I am
to
be
so lucky,
and
how
very
little
I’ve
done
with
this luck,
reminding
me
to
breathe
and
encouraged
by
the pain,
that
will
one day
subside
to be
someone’s
lucky
day.
Words Of An Average White Male 