Pain

• Emma Schlederer
• Poetry
• 2005

She howls to the moon
A grown woman in pain
She beats at the ground
Her fists bleed and her hands ache
But she does not stop

She cries to the sky
Wonders why
The world has a funny way of showing its love
There’s no easy way out
And no easy way back in

She clings to what is not there
A grown woman in pain
The age of time ravishing her beauty, making her cold
She bleeds for whom she has lost
She longs to see the light again

Pain is a feeling universally acknowledged
Like love, it can be felt by everyone
And no one at the same time
But where love is a disease of the heart
Pain, is a disease of the mind

She howls to the stars
Their light barely reaching her
And she wonders
Is this how it will always be?
And she wonders, will it ever be the same again?

A grown woman in pain
She stumbles, sighs, and falls to the ground
Her wounds are healed, but her heart lays dying
Medicine cannot cure this kind of pain
She stumbles, sighs, and falls to the ground, alone.

All alone