Is Pain Still Inside?

Distrust like an ant, waltzes in and wiggles into the rug
leaving behind the chip fallen onto the floor.
Is pain still in there

Even inside the rug that is me
dirty, unwashed, and smelly
from words that is not really me.

Pain like the shivers that ice once delivers
down onto the hurting painful shoulder
from lifting too many weights.

Crumbs fall into that rug
where pain may still reside.
Shall in dust I shake you out

So that the stains of yesterday
may be forgotten
and those old pains
may lift out into the wind
and never more to roam
like that ant still looking for a chip
nestled in somewhere.

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About emotional pain, in general. I have had a lot lately...