The Pain Body

Fri, 07/17/2015 - 17:04 -- ocason

This is not me. This is my pain. It makes me mad. It brings me down. My pain body forces me to act in ways that I normally don't. I am reckless and rebellious. My mind so fogged up by my pain it can't think but only react. I become anxious, my body can not keep still. I want to run and scream out the pain. I bring myself down. I add curse to my name. I deserve this, I'm not good enough, I'll never make it, I'm to blame.

But to overcome the pain body is to accept it and change. I stop what I'm doing and I take control, to push towards the present, to be out of this troll. I breathe with my lungs, long, slow, and deep until the pain is gone or silenced to a peep. I close my eyes and release it all. I meditate back to where I was before the fall. I am not the pain body and I am not to blame. I am only human, Olivia is my name.

This poem is about: 
Me

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