The Absence of Pain
– R. A. P.
For one breath. One moment.
It stops.
I close my eyes and think
of other sudden stops and gentle endings:
the silence after the last measure
the amen after a prayer for serenity
morning glories in the brightness of noon
the flight of birds before a storm
a train whistle at two o’clock in the morning
the moment after the credits roll.
I wonder again:
Can that moment be held?
When the credits roll,
can I walk out of the darkness
and go gentle, away from the pain?
Would that be the sudden start of the end of it?
No.
I know what I wish I didn’t—
pain doesn’t end that way.
Not finally. Not just like that.
I have to breathe in the moments between,
knowing:
when it leaves, it will come back—
never finished and always rough,
like the last line of a poem
I’ll spend my life rewriting.
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Beautiful, really made me think❤️❤️❤️
Thank you, Grover. I just love hearing from you. ❤