Saturday, June 7, 2014


We are not the pain but pain is ours
That flows through bone and marrow.
Is this the most that I can shoulder
or more beyond my charter.
The scale that measure grain and wheat
cannot the feeling measure
but simple things as 1 to 10
are here to gauge our fervor.
Was this my 10? Am I near that?
or 9 or 8 or better?
The pain is measured in more than tears
and comes in waves of terror. 
The stress beyond is worse than flesh
when one is hurt by other
That pain beyond the number 10
and I the one, the wiser. 
For now I know, that merely flesh
can never meet the prior
and I will cede to death his due
before I pass the other.

- Trish 2014

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