If this hurt of teeth and talons renders numb
Or slashing words and blunt-nosed answers
Tied up with twine, perhaps a handcuff, too
Fails to bring a stinging stimulus
Then what’s the point in pain, my love
If ever there was one, yes, if ever
Has it vanished, upped and left, retracted
Fluttered away on cold breaths and steam
Impaled itself upon a willow strip
Just gone. All gone. Run away forever
Left a soul in need of something suddenly pain-less
Richard M. Ankers - Storybook 
Oh my goodness I was just thinking about you. I was coming to your blog to leave you a message. Then I see this…I’m thinking gosh without the pain we seem to not grow…not sure why that is. Be in physically or mentally we do grow if we allow it. We need to catch up. I love when you pop in with your beautiful words. 🙂
Thanks, Michelle. I’ll give you a buzz during the week and if I don’t just prod me. 😀
I’ll do that for sure. Or vice versa you know my memory. LOL
Twins
Like you, I think pain is valuable, in that it teaches us far better than anything else can. But afterwards, that can be special too…
The image said it all…
Thank you very much.
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
I saw this re-blogged on Michael’s site
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And I realized just how long it’s been since I visited here – my apologies.
No need at all. I’m just glad when you do. Plus I’ve not posted much lately.
The picture, though steady, somehow manages to reflect the tumultuous rise and fall of the poem. Amazing work
Thank you, Saadia. I found that image on Unsplash.