Old Pain

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Tingling

Pin pricks wake

Ankle

Then shoulder

A flurry across breast

The ache, deep and ancient

Starts throbbing

Gluteal

Hovering

Circling

Around root

Root of old

Old patterns

Root of old

Flayed heartskin

Root of old intrusions

Violations

Grievances long thought

Gone

.

No

Tingling

Pin prickling

Awake

Awake

Searching for those tendrils

Tugging here, there

Responses of pain

Responses of the old

Right where its always been

.

Sometimes

The spelunking gets so deep

The pain keeps awake, a fasting dreamtime

Tossing and turning

Trying to find a way…away

.

This body

This dear and sacred body

Lets up eventually

Scabbing over

But dutifully it returns

To encourage again

One more time

Maybe she’ll listen

Maybe we’ll express

Maybe

This time

Our message will get delivered

Heard by elder, tribe

.

Tingling

Pins and prickling

Emerging from space

Once silent

Once big enough

Now imprisoned

Seeking expression

Nervous tendrils

Waking

Waking

Hoping

Can nerves hope?

Can chakras desire?

Can exponentially ancient wounds

Ever really heal?

.

I feel the tingling

Pinprickling

Waking

Reminding

Re-membering

And hope that this time

Turning towards them

Will finally allow

Hoping this time

Instead of crumbling into

Terrors of porous mistakes

Hoping this time

The container will hold

The screams will release

Hoping this time

The old, weary pain

Accompanied

Psychopomp guiding

Into a new place

Into the distance

Into the great halls, honoring

Beyond

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