Ode to a Chronic Pain
Let me be
With my
knee
And see
What my
knee
Has to
say.
Plenty,
I suspect.
Could it
be knee-go?
Could it
be pride?
A false
sense of ego
Takin'
me for a ride?
Then -
on your knees, fool -
For we
are all One.
Each one
uniknee-que,
And that's
the Fun!
As a diagnostic
tool,
My knee
is way cool.
It's my
meter for stress,
For emotional
duress.
It demands
my attention.
From pain
I cannot hide -
It forces
my intention
To pull
the veils aside.
So - what
am I feeling?
My God,
but it hurts!
Look right
inside -
It's my
just desserts.
The pain
on the outside
Shows the
pain deep within.
My body
knows how
To attract
my attention.
It contracts
intensely
To show
its tension.
Let's see,
knee -
What else
could it be?
What says
Louise about knees?*
"Fear of
moving forward"
If you
please.
So - what
holds me back,
And keeps
me off track?
[*Louise Hay:
Emotional
Sources of Illness]
Shadows
of past beliefs -
Denied
feelings
That still
give me grief...
So, I'll
just let them rise,
Have some
good cries,
Let the
small one within
Heal what
has been.
And come
back to this moment,
And breathe.
And, furthermore,
knee -
It's the
kneedi-ness, I see.
Feeling
so alone,
There's
no one there,
Aloof and
icy,
With no
one to care.
Feel that
now -
Right to
the core.
Let it
rest there
'Til it's
just a snore.
Over the
years,
My rage
I supressed
By hurt
and grief
Was I oppressed.
I covered
it all
With a
crooked grin,
I couldn't
let love
Out or
in.
I was hopelessly
snared
With all
these emotions,
Trying
to keep them at bay.
But what
I resist persists
And won't
simply go away.
Fires from
my inner hell
One day
engulfed me!
To my aching
knees I fell.
It raged
on for days -
I was in
a helpless haze.
Yet all
that agon-knee
Released
eons of negativity.
Like a
volcanic eruption -
It let
go my corruption.
At the height
of the pain,
There is
much to be gained:
An insight
that's fit for a Queen.
This pain
I feel,
Is equally
real,
For sufferers
over the globe.
It unites
us as One,
Humanity
unsung,
God's children
With the
patience of Job.
So, I'm
dancing with my shadow
And it
isn't very fun -
Knotted
threads and patterns
Must be
undone.
It's what
I came to do,
And I want
to follow through.
I'll stay
with the feelings
And go
to the core,
I won't
rush for comfort -
I surrender
with awe.
Knee, you're
my teacher,
Who would
have thought?
So many
things have you
Me taught.
So, bless
you knee,
What a
joy to be free!
I love
you
And know
that's the key.......
LiLi
Townsend
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