Pain is my passionate lover tonight, and it laughs at my Medication suitors, who try to lure me away with their promises of comfort and rest. I am captivated by Pain’s domineering presence yet I struggle against its powerful control.
Somehow, I manage to tear myself away from its tethers, to find some solace on the page. To Words I come, bruised and broken. Desperate for distraction. Anxiously awaiting the temporary freedom that comes with being swept away by their magic.
Of course, medical marijuana would be a lot easier, but it’s not legal here yet, and this blog is all about word play, so here I am.
Who’s up for a bedtime story?
Once upon a time there was a mirror. This glass was far from clear.
Children had placed, and replaced stickers on it so much that some of the stickers were no longer recognizable as anything other than dirty adhesive.
There was a lingering smudge from the time the woman drew a heart with “I love you” for her husband after that steamy shower, and where he had quickly replied “more”.
There were even smudges from the dogs nose when he discovered and introduced himself to his reflection.
Of course, the typical toothpaste splatters, occasional hair, and everyday dust and dirt marred its surface as well.
This is not part of the story, but I’m seriously thinking about ditching this and getting some ice-cream. Ice-cream and another pain pill…
What? You think I should finish my story? It’s a story about a mirror. i could spend some time thinking, writing, “reflecting” on the many insights to be discovered, but don’t you think we all spend enough time in mirrors? Get some windex, wipe it down and live your life.
Now, back to that ice-cream…