And i often think about the way I will sit with pain when it comes to me fully. I hope I will be brave and wear it well.

and i find myself wondering just as much how Pain will sit with me, will it gather around my hips, encircling me with sweeping eddies? It would cling to my crests and I'd walk with even more of a swagger than I do now. Pain could bunch together in angry knots along my spine, or maybe it will string itself as gleaming beads around my neck and hang in the severe recession of my throat. I would glide my fingers alongside it then, without thinking, I would like the way it forced me to hold my head in alignment with the back of my gaping heart. 

Sometimes I picture pain following me as I roam through a crowd, once amidst a sea of people it gets lost momentarily and I feel even more alone. Other times it stays close behind and I don't have the energy to escape it. I hope to walk alongside it soon, I won't fear it, we share a space and I welcome the lessons it brings me so pointedly.