Burning.
Tingling.
Itching.
Searing.
Biting.
Crying.
Dying.
Numb.
Every moment
New pain begins,
Fresh and alive
You're still here,
Always feeling
The stinging pain
Moving
Systematically
Through your body.
Muscles contract,
Aching
In resentment.
Let go.
Just let go.
I can't.
I'm not connected.
There's nothing
To let go of.
There was nothing
Holding me
To this pain
In the first place.
Just me.
And my mind.
Jennifer Broadbent
July 31, 2011
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