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.