• Tricia D. Wagner

Witching the Stars #33

Updated: Oct 28

Pain, a body like to mine,

more childlike, prone to tears and fits,

and like a child, in want of soothe,

like me, it wants deliverance.

In nascent mind, in heat of blood,

when wakened, plunges fast its bite,

my office - to observe the pain.

So seen, all pain transmutes to light.

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