Still in the Early Stages

Pain is a general commodity
Like flowers in a nursery
Showering a variety of blooms
Daffodil, anemone, rose.

No one would buy it though
Not willingly, not with foresight.
Pain--a hideous palate of possibilities
Burning, stabbing, pulsing
And the dull eternal ache.

The mind loosens its hold
And sanity splinters
Instead of a floral bouquet
One broad stripe of grey
And red-like steel.

From A Hermit Holds My Heart
Ellen Porter
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