So often, the problem is not what I think it is.
The messy, hurtful miserable thing
is not the problem.
Pain murmurs
slow down
sit down
come closer and look in.
Yes, in here, where you’ve refused to look before.
The faceted, shadowy, quivering thing within
must be held
allowed
observed
Until then, pain will continue visiting,
varying form,
patiently querying,
“now, can you see?”
