Gen Pain - Poem by Mill Field
Invisible assailant, friend and foe,
Has much to teach us;
His message courses bone and sinew,
Sears the flesh,
Shrieks along pathways of the nerves,
Probes and targets undreamt of hidden depths in mind and body.
In the long watches of the night,
Throughout the glare of day,
His message throbs incessantly.
Worn out, battered, wrung out -
In some measure,
Brings peace, brings understanding.
Pain the great communicator, great educator, great leveller.
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