Enchanted limbs and perfect vision,

Acutest powers of hearing,

Wholesome body in and out,

No need for any healing.


But pain, it comes, and haunts our days

In many different, subtle ways.

One, it brings a babe, at end,

This pain, some say, is like a friend,

It can be cruel but moments later,

Love makes all forgotten.


The greatest hurt is chronic pain,

I feel, there’s no relenting.

Its powers torture all life’s parts,

In effect, it’s life-preventing.

Mental anguish torn in shreds

From sources in and out,

Debility, all encompassing,

Is worse, I have no doubt.


OM  had a bit of a discussion going today on pain scale and I put in my tuppence worth. It set me thinking.

I want to dedicate this poem to because she complimented me beautifully just a short while ago and she is always so bright despite her own suffering.


22 thoughts on “Pain”

  1. I live with chronic pain daily, pain killers that would kill a junkie, patches 100 time potent than morphine, still it hurts to live. read parts of my blog you will learn why its called mysoresoul. That poem lets you a little into my world. =)


      1. Thank you much appreciated , sometimes I have been accused for going over the top with describing my life on my blog. But is my blog lol. 😀


  2. Chronic pain is the pits. Staying sane and not snappish is so hard. I prefer not to talk about it, but it’s there, like the sound of the wind or the weight of my skin.


    1. My heart goes out to anyone who is forced to live with chronic pain. I don’t know how you do it. It must take supreme mental strength to struggle on each day. Hugs.x


      1. I prefer to use river front property on Denial. I just ignore it. I stretch, walk, move from chair to chair changing position. I have to believe that my back will recover some day. 🙂 And my blog was born of my inability to travel. I have to be happy about lots of things!


      2. What a picture you would be… I’m picturing a big Four Wedding and a Funeral hat. I used to relate to the weddings in that movie, and now I’m relating more to the funeral. I wonder if my husband… nah! 🙂


      3. And, do you know, I don’t do hats at all, of any kind? I can’t stand the feeling of anything on my head – except my hair! Although, her big hat was quite spectacular.x


      4. I wear hats while walking. Not quite that big, though. The sun here is strong enough to burn and eventually cause cancer. Plus it keep the hair off my face. It’s hard to find a hat that fits. I have a big head. 🙂


  3. Gallbladder pain, despite how it’s portrayed on the telly, is, in my opinion, one of the worst pains ever. I met a woman in hospital who’d had four children but reckoned that nothing in her life before had ever compared to the amount of pain that one gallstone had given her.


    1. I completely agree with you on the level of pain involved with gallstones. None of my seven birth experiences compare. But, gall bladder removal, hey presto! I can only imagine what it must be like to live in constant pain while a battle for supremacy of mind over matter wages war every day. I would rather take my pain in acute, small doses as live with chronic pain.x


      1. I must admit, it took me three years and four hospitalisations before I finally plucked up courage to have my gall bladder removed. Best thing I ever did.


      2. I was attempting to breastfeed a new born when all I wanted to do was writhe on the floor. For some reason, that actually helped. I was making bargains with God and volunteering rash promises like giving up fags ‘cos I thought I was having a heart attack. Four months from start to finish. I don’t know how you could have tholed it for so long. But, I’d still rather go through that than have unending pain. I think that must be my equivalent of hell. So, I’m going to be very, very good!x


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