When you’re working in the medical field, like I am, you get a lot of patients dealing with pain, the physical kind of pain. As a therapist, I also get to work with people who experience the worst kind of pain, psychogenic pain. With exposure like this, I’ve always wondered about how pain is a dimension of its own and how diverse that dimension is. So, this poem shows my struggle as I try to map out the concept of pain.
By: Anita Marie
Is it pain that I truly feel inside?
Is it pain that I desperately hide?
But what is pain, exactly, what’s it like?
Is it just a feeling you get after losing fights?
Let’s check the dictionary
Not that it hasn’t been bothering me
It’s listed here with its respective meaning
Pain is a physical or mental suffering
Suffering, you say? Is that really pain?
Having to feel it, is it a boon or a bane?
A boon to let us know that something’s amiss
A bane to cry about seeing monsters in the mist
It might be a mix of both but what pain really is? It’s subjective.
It’s something that makes us confused, down, and overprotective
Of our thoughts, actions, and the words we say
We also fear the judgement that comes along the way
It may be a tummy ache or an impending heart break
Sometimes it’s all real, sometimes it’s all fake
A familiar stranger and a distant friend
It comes and goes, starts and ends
But what pain is, pain gets
Like city lights and how they make a mess
Never letting us look up to see the stars we love
Making our heads look down rather than up above
And what pain is, it gives
Proof that a person truly lives
Helping us understand that there is more to the world
And that because of it, I am not an ordinary girl
I have experienced pain for what it was
And it wasn’t as easy as it is to make a fuss
About the controversy of feeling this way
Of going through the necessary suffering it awakes
So, I thank my pain
It’s my greatest gain
And it will forever remain
Attached to my name