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Martinsville
Sometimes physical pain
is a steak you can't finish,
but you have no choice.
Sometimes pain is a marathon
you didn't train for,
on a treadmill you can't stop
or slow down or step off of.
You kneel on the bathroom floor
next to the emergency room
your fists and forehead to the ground
involuntarily crying out
as a woman travailing in birth.
But you have no birth to give.
You are, as of yet,
cut off from the land of the living.
Drugs are not a toy, not if you're an addict:
they are strictly for giving birth.
Martinsville, during the day was bright and sunny,
as I drove around within it.
I had no automotive accident.
I overfilled my gas tank; I lost
my cellphone for a while, before
finding it again.
I left Martinsville alive;
I passed my kidney stone and didn't die,
thanks to prayer and circumstances.
We forget the pangs of birth,
but remember barren pangs of the past.
If we are loosed by prayer and circumstances,
then the future is a laid-back star
that twinkles in the night.
And the present is a wide expanse
of freedom of the heart.
Nick Moore
Sometimes physical pain
is a steak you can't finish,
but you have no choice.
Sometimes pain is a marathon
you didn't train for,
on a treadmill you can't stop
or slow down or step off of.
You kneel on the bathroom floor
next to the emergency room
your fists and forehead to the ground
involuntarily crying out
as a woman travailing in birth.
But you have no birth to give.
You are, as of yet,
cut off from the land of the living.
Drugs are not a toy, not if you're an addict:
they are strictly for giving birth.
Martinsville, during the day was bright and sunny,
as I drove around within it.
I had no automotive accident.
I overfilled my gas tank; I lost
my cellphone for a while, before
finding it again.
I left Martinsville alive;
I passed my kidney stone and didn't die,
thanks to prayer and circumstances.
We forget the pangs of birth,
but remember barren pangs of the past.
If we are loosed by prayer and circumstances,
then the future is a laid-back star
that twinkles in the night.
And the present is a wide expanse
of freedom of the heart.
Nick Moore