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.


 

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