I can ‘t help but relate this to the words in a song by Lauryn Hill “When it hurts so bad, why does it feel so good.”
Ma..an. This hurts. It really hurts. It’s like a sunken lost piece of my rib, that has wandered through my body searching for it’s “fit”. It feels sore. Achy. It feels ill. It feels misplaced, pointy, a constant pinching in my side.
I cough; but it won’t come up. I sneeze; but it won’t come out.
I cry but it won’t stop hurting. I scream but it doesn’t scare. I yell but it won’t flee.
I try to run it out, but my legs won’t last it.
“This is some powerful sh..” The only thing left to do, is to, let “it” be “it”. Pain is Pain. It hurts because it’s supposed too. Lack is Lack, Loss is Loss and Winning is knowing when YOU WIN;
and this time “I WON”.
He was a miserable bastard and I didn’t want him anyway.. So, I really did win. I just didn’t know it at the time.
In the mist of the tears, the screaming, the shouting, the hurt and pain; I couldn’t see that “I WON”.