Pain's Journey Poem by Anisa Tara

Oh, if I could send my pain away,
I'd pack them into suitcases and bags,
Without denominations or ownership tags,
Sinking into off-duty conveyor belts.

No pick ups, no apologies.
Oh, if I could send my pain away.

I'd scrawl them on paper boats of white,
And before the first of light, see them
Waddling away from my never-ending night.

Oh, if I could send my pain away.

Toss them into a pilgrim's knapsack,
I will bear them, stop looking back,
He'll find his way through difficult tracks,

And when he reaches the end of this world,
My pains he will struggle to hurl,
Into that abyss for this lonesome girl.

No pick ups, no apologies.
Oh if I could send my pain away.