Some things you all are teaching me about pain.
— That I place far too much value on things
like ease
and grace.
— That an apparent smallness
can be a mountain, magnificent:
“I rolled onto that hip without numbness!”
“Only took half a pill yesterday.”
“I slept through the night.”
— That the line between healer
and healed is fiction:
just last week,
while the sun filled the small yellow bowl
of a full treatment room,
I paused to close my eyes
(did you notice?)
and saw each of you,
eight individual storms,
whirling and settling
sighing and stirring
and thought
— That maybe I could notice whole
more often.
Author: Lisa Baird
Lisa prefers fireflies to fireworks, reverts to bluntness in stressful moments, would happily wear legwarmers year-round, and probably wants to be your friend.
Beautiful post Lisa!
So beautiful.
Thank you for sharing Lisa. Beautiful!
I am seeing Slam Poetry and POCAfest. I am going to share this with a poet friend and acu-patient.
Lovely, thanks Lisa!
Beautiful! Thank you.