Feeling the Pain

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Sometimes our pain is
so great that feelings
shut down–we become
the walking dead,
oblivious to others,
focused only in the
Darkness that engulfs us.

Some try self-mutilation,
cutting away flesh
trying to recapture their
ability to feel. Others
simply choose to die at
their own hand. Some lash
out at others, killing
without thought or
mercy…coldly, methodically.

Yes, weep for their victims
and the loved ones left behind
to hold their memory. But
do not withhold your prayers
for the soul who found life
so unbearable.

What can we do to create
a world where such pain
does not exist?



6 Responses to Feeling the Pain

  1. patgarcia says:

    Thank you for this very healing poem that speaks of hope and forgiveness.


  2. Reblogged this on Selasie Bulmuo and commented:
    Looking at the Connecticut shooting from a more generous and forgiving perspective …poetically


  3. Beautifully written tribute, Pat. Thank you for sharing this with us. ♥ I wish there were an easy answer. 😦


  4. ruleofstupid says:

    I agree. Hurt must not be passed on through anger or hate. We must have the strength to hold the pain and manage it, until we are ready to respond with compassionate awareness.
    Well said Pat.


  5. Agatha-luise says:

    Beautiful. I loved especially how you decided to conclude the poem with the question leaving the reader reflecting on what he or she can do.


  6. dykewriter says:

    wow Pat

    that was a really unexpected topic

    it’s disconcerting that you can capture that so well


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