Allowing Pain A Voice
I wanted a bigger family. It’s not likely to happen.
This morning I wrote six poems. Or rather, they wrote me. The words were projected with force onto the laptop, then saved in a folder called “PAIN.”
Writing is a practice. It’s a way of moving thoughts from head to paper, and feelings from gut to file. My most honest writing is the type I’m not prepared for- when the words appear and shock me.
There is a familiar pain blended into the background of my life. So familiar that I forget it’s there. I drag it along.
Writing gives voice to that pain. Why should pain be allowed a voice? Because joy is allowed a bellow, and excitement screams on high, and happiness is adored as it sings.
It’s time to realize that pain is a normal part of life. It’s not to be shut up, ignored, tamped down, or fixed. It’s allowed to be here. It’s not necessarily to better us, or build character, or force us to see silver linings. Pain simply is.
We are human, quite lucky to be stardust solidified and animated. A wide range of emotions accompanies this honor. It’s time for the symphony. I intend to let it out.