You say you are flickering a candle in the night You say you are quivering coming too close to the light You say you are shooting like firework glitter You say you are sharp like coffee too bitter You say you are boring like 8am math class You say you are itchy like sitting on dead grass You say you are gnawing like dogs on a bone You say you are rasping like a guttural groan You say you are cutting like scissors and shears You say you are frightful but what are your fears? Let me see I think that’s cabinet twenty-three Or maybe twenty-four? Nevermind, that one is sore I swear I organized this place My papers each have their own space! You say you’re piercing and pounding at the same time? I’m not sure my files have reason for that rhyme If you’re cold, here’s a blanket If you’re hot then I’ll take it I know you’re trying to tell me, I know you wouldn’t fake it. Just fill out this checklist I’ll be back in a few Just give me the gist So I can diagnose you.
“Pain is invisible. Proving it even exists is difficult – it doesn’t show up on a scan and there is no hard evidence of its presence. Communicating about pain is also problematic, it relies on the verbal accounts of the people who experience it, but these accounts are not always believed.”