In church one morning I was drawn to the cry of a baby some place in the congregation. I did not get upset or distressed by it. I seem to be naturally drawn to all babies everywhere. This baby spoke to my soul. Here is the verse that followed that hearing.
Tiny Baby in the Background© 2014 Molly Lin Dutina Tiny baby in the background crying, crying and I am drawn to her as the tiny baby inside me cries write it, write it Struggling under the fog of constant pain drugs, drugs, distraction to nth degree rock that baby and hold her comfort her, rock her Unconditional love and kindness will prove again the victor as, given time, the words will come Be at peace
I am not usually drugged in order to cope with the chronic pain. Obviously I was that day in 2014.
One thought on “Poetry and Pain”
Someone once told me that, “Drugs are our friends.” I wonder who that was?