When I stumbled upon this poem by Emily Dickinson, I felt understood. It really resonated with me, which is surprising for such a short piece of writing. She truly captures what it feels like to go day after day with pain to the point where you can’t remember a time without it.
The Mystery of Pain
Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
Can you all relate to this poem? Isn’t it beautiful in its simplicity?
xoxo,
Annie
Wow, that poem really does sum it up so beautifully! I know in theory that there was a time before I was in pain every day, and before this paralyzing fatigue entered my life, but I kind of view it as realizing that the world existed before I came to be born into it. I know that such a thing happened, but I have no personal connection to it.
Thank you for sharing this with us!
Incredible poem, Annie. I’m so glad you found it.
thanks I had forgotten that awesome poem