I'm Hurting, So I Write

I'm hurting

So I write

The pain gathers

In my head

My neck

My shoulders

My back

My mind

My soul

It gathers in my hair

Leaves single strands of silver

Like drops of frigid water

Like mercury rising

Heated only

By suffering

It rests gently on my forehead

Like a soft, nesting bird

And leaves tracks of sorrow

Lines that can't be erased

This pain has aged me

Prematurely

It sinks into my very bones

Convinces me

That I'm old

That my life is nearly over

That there's nothing worth living for

Anymore

But there is

I channel the pain

Through a pen

Or the rhythmic tapping

Of my keyboard

And something magical happens

I start to believe

Even if it is

For the briefest moment

That I can overcome

That I can forge through

And the pain and agony

Leaks from my fingers

It fuses with the ink

Mixes to colours of hopefulness

And words are born

Out of my suffering

Words to inspire

Or in the very least

Convince

Myself

And anyone

That might seek refuge here

That there is hope

That it can be overcome

That the Universe can guide your steps

Or your pen

To relief

To ease

To comfort

To the end of pain