The Disabler The P Word Poem by James Tipp

Pain the great divider, the isolator, the manic depressor.

Comes when it wills and goes leaving no scar,
Or blemish on our subtle memories.
Remember the incident, the time, the place
But the pain memory is dissolved, forgotten.
So each pain experience is new and awful
Fresh and debilitating
We cannot remember how we dealt
With the last pain incident.
So we have nothing to draw on for strength.
Only this new fierce cutting pain,
That drains our minds of all we cherish.
So our humanity is protected from itself,
To remember all of our pain would be
To carry the burdens of life forever with no respite