Pain makes you miss
the medicine,

which could be...

just a presence,

or a knowing
nursing smile,

or an annoying question
emanating from a deep
genuine concern,

which often
also
gives you
the opportunity
to release some of
that pain,

the resultant frustration,

through a spontaneous
though disguised
verbalised annoyance,

while secretly,

silently,

treasuing
the genuineness
of that concern,

that affection,

that love,

(which will always be
beyond the scope
of the best
clinically formulated
prescribed medications),

and letting it seep
deep into yourself,
for the natural elixir it is,

and always will be,

for its ability
to be the balm
which makes you forget
the sting of the pain,

evenif it can’t
in the moment,
weed it out
from its root.

© vidursahdev 2022

Advertisement

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s