pain is relative;
my relative;
relating to
myself.
pain
is a
bit
of a
mess.
pain is
life's way,
a warning to
my head, “oh,
hey, you are alive,
hey, you are a thing.
that thing can bleed and
cry and scream but hey, hey,
it’s not too much, never say it’s
too much, please, stop for a bit, step
away from the edge, i’m sorry, hey come
back here, you aren’t done, will never be done.”
pain, my friend, don’t lie, your name is really Hope.
the shape is the thing that sticks in your throat when you want to speak but tricks you into thinking you don't need to