Me in the middle
This is my physical reality, the context in which I am sometimes able to express myself through poetry and art. The worse it is, the greater the need to try and express it. This is my latest attempt to convey something of my ongoing experience. The pain pushes outwards The world pushes inwards Me, in the middle. Feels like I will burst with it, Shatter, disintegrate, from the strain. The pressure mounts The pain expands It squeezes me. It batters me inside and out. Whilst I, I try to remain calm. I cannot move. The pain dominates Numbness creeps up me. Sight diminishes. Thought disappears. And I am lost from my world And just have to wait, Seemingly endlessly, Till the pressure That would surely crush me Lowers Though the burning, throbbing, crawling pain Continues its unrelenting assault And I, Still In the middle, To my surprise, Have found some kind of inner peace, To endure it.