A poem about pain
There comes a point In the level of pain and hypersensitivity Where nothing you do Is going to help me. And everything you try Is going to make things worse Even asking how you can help me. I don’t want to be here in this pkace with you, Yet again. I want the gentle tender loving care, The kind words And generosity of love you offer me endlessly But even that is not always accesible to me In that moment when The wall of pain Has risen too high To feel your presence accurately. I am tormented. I know you want to make it better. You might be able to stay, in silence, unmoving, But maybe it is better to go for now For at times like this, I will only shout at the barriers between us And the impossibility of my endurance Yet still I have to bear it, Till it passes And hope to reconnect with feeling you, Loving me. Drawing the picture understates the reality but tries to express the minimilisation of life and the isolation from normality.