Pain and a seed of joy. – Nina

Life is amazing, graced with the raising of a beautiful woman

Still I cry every couple hours suffering in my temple I’m burdened

I’m entrapt in my mind and my gripping is slipping

and losing it now. Hope I don’t turn up missing.

My physical pain is chemical imbalance torment

I wish it wasn’t real I’d rather it be a performance

But I know my happiness is dormant

A seed…

Awaiting me to blossom again

From the bottom back to the top of my game

Pain?

We’re probably supposed to have it,

Eventually grasping magic, life’s wonders electric static

I need that spark, and I’m going to get it, no regrets, that’d be pathetic

This is a process beyond depth I can’t fathom or imagine

I’m going to be high rolling again

Unafraid, maintaining with the utmost grace attaining

Attained will be past tense, ill move past is and blast off

FAR beyond.

This.

 

Nina

 

10 thoughts on “Pain and a seed of joy. – Nina”

      1. Please make sure it is. It’s amazing what putting a voice to something can do to bring a piece to life. You have a natural talent for this.

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      2. Just be you. Thank you, yes. After a stinking migraine, brought on by a sinus infection, I went for lunch with The Redhead and The Blonde…ate too much and laughed a lot. Took silly photographs and wrote a story. This is not my usual sort of day but sometimes…. What about you?

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