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By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)Published 5 years ago • 1 min read

Pain

12/19/07

I feel it,

I felt it,

I don’t know exactly

What happened to me.

I slipped, and fell,

An accident, it was,

I swear it so.

But it hurt.

The pain of contact,

Ebbed to reveal,

A sharp, unbearable,

Stiffness, that hurts.

I remember shock,

And pain, lots of pain,

But questions, and thoughts raced.

What happened? What’s wrong?

Pain still there,

I tried to fight it.

I couldn’t lie, or sleep,

I couldn’t even think.

But what more,

There is life that,

Doesn’t falter, when I do.

I try to keep up.

It’s difficult to

Go on with daily

Activities, that require,

Such painful movement.

I understand, though,

That there is worse pain,

However, the greater hurt,

Lies in my mind and heart.

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Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)

Storyteller writing fiction, poetry, and essays inspired by resilience, curiosity, and the complexities of being human. Every piece is an invitation to reflect, imagine, and grow.

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    Written by Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)