I push the pain away all day but the moment I put my arms down, it walks right into me and has a seat. It gets comfortable, because it's at home. The pain walks around my head and strolls into my heart, never bumping into anything because it knows it's way around, it's been here before. I'll visit with pain a little while, but it is sssssoooo boring, so eventually I ignore it and hope it goes away. But pain is not easy house guest, it knows that it belongs and will not be bullied into leaving. Sometimes screaming in my ear, sometimes whispering in my sleep, it will not be silenced until it has been acknowledged with tears and pleas for peace.

Go away today, old friend. I need to rest....

Cynthia