Playground bully, thick lipped and ruddy he stalks through my world.
Dreams and plans scatter before him, scurrying away like a flock of birds.
"it’s only pain.”, I hear a voice from somewhere behind me say.
When will I stand up to him? See beyond his beady, un-blinking eyes into the empty fear that drives him, that makes him weak?
Fear is our common enemy. It drives his fists into my mouth, and it drives the blood from my heart...poor, lost heart.
"it’s only pain.”, I hear a voice from somewhere behind me say.
Yes.
It is.
It is the outcome. It is not the creator.
It is a verb, not a noun.
Bully. *******.
*****-fear.
I'm done with you.
*It was a simple thought with far reaching implications. What if..what IF...I relegated pain (pain of all kinds, physical, emotional, spiritual) to a place of relative insignificance? What if it held little sway over my decision making? I mean, what IS the power of pain over us? WHY does an unpleasant sensation seem to trump all other motivations and hi-jack our lives..our identities? Certainly pain can alter our pace, even cause us to modify our path to some extent, but why does it so frequently alter our destination? What would happen if I simply refused to surrender these most important things to pain?*