The Plight of Pain

“He tilts their tired faces gently to the spoon….The wires in the walls are humming some song, some mysterious song, bars in her head beating frantic”~Joni Mitchell

My mother grows translucent as dawn’s sky
she misses every morning. Sleepless nights

wracked with pain and only breath mastery
can bring control. There’s no relief in sight.

And even so she hobbles through this one
clear moment to the view seeking the sun

and blooms she’s planted, the window braving.
The ferns’ furcate venation, forks waving

soft sighs, romantic promises of life
eternal, lovely gentle green unseen

and all the angels’ wafture through the screen
could lighten and delight, could ease her plight


but energy is gone, the morphine calls
and tiredly she slips out of pain’s thrall.

Inspired by: the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt “igh”, Symbolic, Venation, Frantic and Disunite.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

8 thoughts on “The Plight of Pain”

  1. You can try minimizing carbohydrates: there is reduced pain when one is in ketosis. However, if she loves chocolate and bread, forget it. It is really what she chooses. Sending love.

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