Pain’s cloak


Pain comes knocking at my door

She brings a cape, threads black and gold

“Come in my friend, fancy a drink?”

Pain steps inside to take a sip.

Cape looks familiar from up close

I see, I’ve worn this Cloak before

It covered me all, head to toe

Weight, itch and drag me to the floor.

But now it fits. How much I’ve grown!

I wear my pain with style and poice

I wear this shawl like aged vogue

And use it to connect, feel whole.

So stay the night my dear old friend

We’ll howl a song and bear the rain

In time I’ve learned with growth and truth

Your wrap can weight as much as soothe.

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An afternoon of sadness made me consider how emotional pain weighs as much as it used to, but now I'm stronger and able to appreciate its tender qualities.