| Take a stick and hit me on the head and on my back. Then just for extra measure assail me one more whack. I am not masochistic asking for abuse this way. I'm just sick and tired of hurting from the grief I feel today. My heart is aching wildly from grief down in my core and nothing you can dish out could hurt me any more. I'd slam my thumb in a drawer but it wouldn't help for long so whack me if you please even though it may seem wrong. Physical pain seems easier to bear than pain down deep, and maybe if you hurt me I'll finally get some sleep. Make me forget my sorrow with blows across my head, and maybe then I'll sleep instead of tossing in my bed. When grief first came upon me I was numb and quite in shock. But, now the pain is so acute, I seek any means the pain to block. No, I can see this will not work. It won't make my grief easier to bear. I can tell right now it's going to take getting on my knees in prayer. Dear Jesus, reach down swiftly and ease this torment and pain. Give this lonesome beast some reason to live again. Pour out your loving kindness, your peace and comfort, too. Give me strength to bear this burden as you hold me so close to You. He's faithful, as He's promised. The pain in my heart fades away. Oh, thank you, precious Jesus, for healing me as I pray. My loss is still quite prominent for nothing can fill that empty space. But it becomes more tolerable when I keep my eyes on Jesus' face. |
| © Ferna Lary Mills |
| A Pain Killer |
| Note: Violence in any form is not condoned by this author or this website. If you will read this poem in it's entirety, you will understand there is but one true remedy for the pain of grief. ~ Ferna |
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