JOYFUL PAIN

This was the kind of pain

That could turn blood lines to blurred scribblings,

And admiration, to disdain.

It could turn the flames of love, into frosty feelings


It could make you drenched

With heavy downpours of scorn,

Like a person, devoid of a shed;

Vulnerable to the merciless rainstorm


She never expected that, a bag full of agony

Would be the price for euphoria.

But the foreseen joy was more than any kind of fee

Life would require of her


Her weary body

Was about to cross the finish line

That had witnessed the downfall of so many

Who got hurt, on a race track that was meant to be benign


Her pain-induced euphoria

Was heralded by cries of hurt;

Not from her,

But from a new cohort.


The vapid designs and homely decoration

Were the legacies left by the surgeon.

-Animashaun Daniel

Leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create your website with WordPress.com
Get started
%d bloggers like this: