Will(power)

Suffering isn’t an aesthetic (I’ll begin there),

Is what I want to say,

but that’s not always true.

We wear it on our skin,

through our eyes,

in the air around us - or there’s, just, something-

-about us.

That says: everything;

Just as it is.

Isn’t okay.

We hurt.

And we’re told to just

b r e a t h e -

or given meds (if we’re lucky, if they fit, if they’re right),

or not (but need them).

And for some if us - you know who we are - you know it’s bad,

when they don’t, can’t, won’t

say:

“everything is going to be alright.”

We’re told we’re chronic. We’re invisible.

We’re not. Okay?

Use your eyes, your logic, your emotional intelligence -

Your gut.

Because we’re missing (a lot),

or we’re irratic (or not),

- and sometimes. Most times

we are the kindest, you’ll find, of the lot.

I know how this goes (do you?) -

“the wisest are the kindest...”

How do you think we fit

that plot? That role; got that way?

Because pain, teaches,

in all it’s forms.

It’s one of those

universals of humanity -

what makes us, us.

Compassionate, fragile, but strong.

Tired (so tired), but persisting.

Kind. Brave. So sad.

All because, in part, we are pain(ed).

Our bodies are broken-

(may be, could be)

-minds sharp as a whip.

Or our spirit is cracked

yet our resilience: insane.