an affirmation
Truly can be a powerful tool
delivered by a sage or guru
asserting as the rule
of thumb
expresses emphasis
an unretractable desire
to persevere completely
with the warmth from one’s
own fire
apprentice through to investigator
an edifying way
veracity and wholeness
to brighten every day
to the ugliness within you
a sage you know as PAIN
who actually seldom leaves you
and if he does comes back again
factual and ungarbled
Always on your case
with so much real sincerity
it is hard to keep pace
a bugger of a mugger
who gets his way with you
tweaking all the nerves
just knowing what to do
a copiousness within you
an exuberance of thought
with an inane vapidity
to recover you are caught
in a glowing fervour
to cast aside the pain
to snub the evil torturer
thats driving you insane
Pain my greatest teacher
determined that I learn
With a will of strength and character
he was going to turn
make me think again
and fight
the choice was mine to choose
sleeping was impossible
his training though good news
delicate and chronic
thats how I had become
a festering a lesion
half the time so numb
yet pain was all increasing
weeping to was rife
all my sheets and slippers
wet through
such was the strife
accompanying the period
Deterioration too
splitting stab wounds sounding
I was clueless to
the reasoning behind all this
but Pain was on my side
a teacher set for any where
he would not be denied
he influenced my recovery
it has still a way to go
Each night is one of stress and strain
laying down I know
It truthfully isn’t possible
some days I am losing ground
trauma and the victim
clearly it had found
a place with me
my legs on fire
leaking water, I
was losing loads from the bottom
of my foot
the reason why
Stricken and off-colour
exhausted and run down
forget the petrol shortage
there was no way to get to town
Setback after setback
Indisposed and unwell
whispering in my ear
Dear Pain the sage man
out of Hell
chafing all that friction
blankets sheets and skin
the wounds expressing fervour
bad on my right shin
comfortless and joyless
poetry my crutches they
helped me with my daily chores
the nerve pain there just everyday
my sage my peaceful warrior
his tweaks his sharper bouts of pain
i became a tortoise with a dedicated
shuffle gain
getting really no where fast
on the slippery floor
The leakage it was bothering
Which I just could not ignore.
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
Very beautiful expression of feelings. I’m not into poetry but really thus was lovely to read. Maybe because I can relate on some levels.
Thankyou Dear Evelyn for coming to my blog and leaving such a lovely positive message
Feelings shown in the writing and understanding are just that.
Oh dear Rex. My heart goes out to you. It pains me that you suffer so much.
I feel upset about it all too thanks for your kind words if only the pain would give me a rest it would be good. Thanks again for what you do to help us