Plain to see
The singularity of pain Dynamic Isolating Debilitating Compounding Hyperbolic Frightening Intensifying Seemingly without respite The pain of a stubbed toe Of contracting uterine muscles Of a dash of the shin into the edge of the table Of tiny joints in the knee collectively ganging up on you Exactly the same yet exactly different Pain is unifying Though solid yet fleeting A thoughtful "I know" A thought "this is the last of it now" Small kindnesses we give each other Making it just a little bit more bearable Pain lives in the brain Pain you can exorcise methodically If you just calm your frayed nerves Control your breath, gradually unflexing The tightly held fists The strained thigh and glute muscles Pain is thus, purely physical, if only you separate the you from the you feeling it Pain shared is pain saved Pain spoken about is pain dissipated Pain written about is pain cathartically removed