As she sat there
Writhing in pain
And unable to hide
The distortions it caused
In her face
Someone offered her a pill
To pop in,
It will relieve you,
She heard them all say
Hmmm…She sighed
But didn’t take the pill
For she didn’t believe
In self-medication
And then they all began talking
Of pain and cramps
And in so doing,
The words so crowded her mind,
That the sensation of pain
Was slowly being pushed to background
PS: So which is the pill here, the real one or the conversation??
:)
And so my inane scribblings continue
:)
3 comments:
The conversation! The real relief is sharing our pain.
the pill is your writing for those who read.
@jeevan
Yes.
:)
@known stranger
took me some tme to get that one
thank you so much
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