July 27, 2020 § Leave a comment
A world of pain is your world.
You inhabit a world so painful it spits you out on the shore of a numb evening.
From time to time the pain becomes so unbearable that you try to end it by ending yourself, not realising that you are merely a vehicle for the pain until its next destination.
There is no end.
Once you have realised this, you turn on the pain and make war on this great demon of life, swearing all of your strength against it.
It is a sad waste of time, because this pain was generated long before you pushed your way into this world, and there is no reward for fixating on it, or for searching for solutions.
You start to wonder if emotional pain can be befriended in the same way that physical, chronic pain can be lived with.
You have doubts, but hope has become a way of life for you.