Strangers

Sometimes I write poetic descriptions about pain. (as in a personifying the pain)
The past weeks I went through an episode with horrible, unfamiliar pain…

Strangers

Some pain and me,
we know each other.
We sit together, without words.
But there is some pain I can’t identify.
‘We remain strangers’

Never properly introduced,
or I would have declined,
turned down any meeting.

Unaware, I leave my door ajar;
the unwanted guest makes his way inside,
with,
a sudden stabbing ache,
an unfamiliar cramp,
an odd shooting pain.

Then, like the shocking insight,
that an intruder just poisoned you,
you see the door.

Some pain and me,
we know each other.
This other pain and me:
we remain strangers.