Pain And Feasts Poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
Pain And Feasts
The pain in my body
Is pulsating -
Screaming!
Alarming!
And yet I have
to go out and feast
I must shallow the palliatives
from songs, art, prayer and dance
I must lock my pain
In the box of oblivion
Until the day is done.
Let me beautify all around me
With my smiles and laughter
Let me fully feast and celebrate
With friends and loved ones
Till the day is done.
And when the day is done,
Let me listen to the murmurs
And tortures of my bodily pain
And let me swing my cradle
With the wings of joy
Gleaned from the life
of merry field feasts.
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4/23/2024 8:16:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
We can indeed change pain into pleasure. It takes the human will to transform pain into joy. But first of all, it must star with acceptance. Accept that pain exists and accept that joy is also possible in the midst of pain. it is something we need to find. Thanks, dear Thomas, for leaving a very reflective response.