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savouring relief (haibun)

When pain hits over the 7 threshold and stays steady for days and nights, it can impact on the soul.  By then the body is looking for a comfortable position and the soul now feels trapped in a dark unpleasant place.  It’s like a massive truck has supernatural powers and it can crush the spirit as well as the body…locked in a third dimension.  All you

can do is wait and distract yourself with little movement, safe for gentle restorative yoga…the mat becomes my home.

And then at any time of day or night, it lifts…the tolerable level between 2  and 5 is a blessing.  Suddenly the soul feels like flying…it is one thing to be in pain but oh, the taste life when it diminishes…I become human again, pleasant again and even my mindset becomes positive.  That is  “something I truly enjoy” …ah to feel human again and stick my heart, soul and body out to take in that amazing sunshine even when the sun is above the clouds.

It creeps in
Ever so subtly
Harming cunningly

It creeps in
Uninvited
Unruly guest

Ever so subtly
Increasing its voice
Jarringly

Harming cunningly
Like an abusive partner
inflicting pain

© Tournseol 2025/11/08
Daily Moments - Savouring relief - Haibun

Daily Moments May 21 2016 painful preludes (Troiku)

awakening
galloping above carelessly
hammers to my head

awakening
run with reckless abandon
innocent children

galloping above carelessly
but, if only –
it was outside

hammers to my head
pounding tauntingly
tools I now despise

*******************

if only
indoor sounds sang
like starlings

©Tournesol’16-05-21

Daily Moments May 21 2016   painful preludes Troiku

Daily Moments Jan 21 Chronic Pain (haiku)

mallets pound madly
vice grip tightens the brain
nocturnal omen

(c) Tournesol’16-01-21

Daily moments – Jan 21/16

Three Word Wednesday 

madly  –  nocturnal  –   omen

rather be (troiku)

I’d rather be…is the prompt at The Seekers Dungeon this week:

Troiku

rather be
living with less pain
lightening my days

rather be
poor and starving
than selfish

living with less pain
may not have been as caring,
empathy is gained

lightening my days
hearing music to my ears
love you Mom…Nana

© Tournesol ’15

Relief

 

Plunging toes
in salty liquid
steam doth rose
from scalding heat,
soaking like a marinade
softens like a serenade
bathed in salted water
feeling such a deepened shift
startled, winded
from this swift
ache amended
gasps for air,
heart is seized
moments concede
tears that seep
and wet her cheek
clean,
saline,
cleanse her face
bathing eyes,
panes of the soul
halts the throb
her aching dole.

© Cheryl-Lynn

Photo credits: 10 Healing and Detox Baths for Chronic Pain

Do you see what I feel?

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Do You See What I Feel by Dana Harrell-Sanders

When I talked about you last night

it was just to write a verse.

It was fiction. No big deal! alright?

 

Why the constant striking

must there be so much throbbing

with such vengeance my way?

I was only kidding yesterday.

 

I didn’t mean anything by the poetry.

Please remove the heavy artillery!

Lower the mega equipment

Please take out the iron fists

that push, pound and torment,

beating incessantly

invoking indignation

imposing impatiently

seeking retribution

but for what?!

 

Have some compassion

let’s call it a truce

give me a meagre portion

of amnesty

please believe

I’ll never complain…

grant me some reprieve

to relieve this pain.

cease this unremitting beating

nonstop on this poor form of ail

it hurts just to breathe

I wince when I inhale

my plea is humble and pure

Please, please, JUST stop!

© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/02/10

Compassion heals Pain

Cropped Photo: Mural street art - Montréal, October 2013 Cheryl-Lynn Roberts

Cropped Photo: Mural street art – Montréal, October 2013  © Cheryl-Lynn Roberts

Pain has become my best friend forever
that actually makes me feel alive…
without it?
I’m not sure I would survive.

Acceptance is the magic key
prognosis of a puzzling condition
he who has a medical degree
diagnosed a painful affliction.

But rather than sink into despair
I simply trudge on anywhere
and work with passion at my career
filled with compassion that is so dear
and knowing that my fate is clear
destined to help , soothe a hurt soul
I  feel blessed fulfilling this role.

Nothing better than to give…
listen, care, help them  forgive
yet not regress but live again
and moving on, learn to let go
of their past hurts and childhood pain.

To feel a physical pain inside
simply confirms that I’m alive.
And when I think of those who stride
in war and poverty, still survive;
how dare that I consume self-pity
and whimper meagre aches and pains
when those who suffer ‘round the world
of hunger, rape …do they complain?
They only ask for peace … petty portions
of cease-fire, gain some liberation
and tranquil minds, and scanty rations
… what so often we take for granted.

Pain has become my best friend
that actually makes me feel alive
without it?
I’m not sure I would survive.

I feel so humbled to assist
these youths who suffer silently
and reach out to us for a list
of ways to live more positively.

And then I try to instill hope
that will in time conquer despair
and offer skills to help them cope
until they learn to truly care
and turn their life ‘round for repair.

I feel so humbled to assist
these youths who suffer silently
and reach out to us for a list
of ways to live more positively.

© Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, January 5, 2014

Poetry share, prompt 37 for MindLoveMisery – Unavoidable Pain