Pain

Pain, my long time friend.

You mimic love.

I feel you in the same place.

You are heavy on my chest, and yet easy.

Although sometimes you hurt,

sometimes you bring relief.

It's not like I want us to be friends,

but you are so very familiar.

It feels comforting to feel you are here again.

It's better to know and accept when you are here,

rather than ignore you

and try to shut you out the door.

You tell me the truth about where I stand with others.

You make me care less about the things that worry me without you.

But if I'm not careful, you'll make me do things that are not good for me.

If I ignore you, it's worse.

At least when you are here,

and I welcome and accept you,

I can sit with you.

Alone.

Heavy.

Tired.

Free.