pain pain
go away
come again
some other
day

can a child's rhyme make things sound so simple?

are they ever really ever that simple?


what happens when the pain runs so deep,
so deep that it becomes a part of who you are a
daily bread of fear and paralysis
starving your life of passion and momentum to
a point where standing still allows the rot
settling at the bottoms of the feet
become an anchor of existence


is pain really that simple?