Day 210: Pain

If there’s one thing I learnt from Emily Dickinson, it’s how to deal with pain and uncertainty. Emily Dickson questioned everything through her poetry and it helped her deal with the pain that comes with life. It feels like a lifetime ago since I was in any pain, emotional pain (I feel physical pain every time I walk up a flight of stairs). But bumping into an old friend made me realise the truth in Dickinsons words, after a great pain, a formal feel comes. I felt nothing but cordiality towards the person that had bought me pain in the past, in fact I wanted to smile and say hi, but they walked away too fast.

After great pain, a formal feeling comes –
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs –
The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’
And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’?
The Feet, mechanical, go round –
A Wooden way
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought –
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone –
This is the Hour of Lead –
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow –
First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –

Thank you Emily Dickson for your poetry, and thank you for reading.

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