Pain

Pain

If I could stand on a mountain and summon up the depths of my pain

And release it in a mighty wail
I would

The pain inside me is like a caged beast

To release it would be to release my very soul.
Nothing would be left.

I would be standing on the mountain alone.

Having released
The pain
The hurt
The fears
The insecurity

The wail would start low

Slowly it would crescendo into a roar
That would touch the pain in everyone’s heart.

And everyone would know I was hurting

And they were hurting
And that we all have pain in our lives.

Slowly the wail would drop off as the last of the pain escaped
In a sigh

Some pain would linger in the recesses of my soul

For I will never be without it.

Copyright 1999. Lori Dominick