Pain in the Foot
The best thing that ever happened to me was pain
I’m not a masochist if that’s what you think
(and even if I was, that’s personal preference not pain).
I worked many jobs that didn’t quite fit me.
Who needs happiness when I got bills, ya get me?
Then I learned about pain when I bare handed broke my foot
THUMP! VOMIT! “That can’t be good.”
Two days of crying while I hobbled around before I got to see
A doctor who looked at me and exclaimed, “HOW could you BE?!”
I’d collapsed my foot bones, broke them in two
By rubbing a cream on my foots that were as stressed as I was.
But that pain, that pain that, two years later remains
Is a constant reminder of how much I’ve gained.
I have time to create, to speak, to volunteer.
I have time to be, to love, to give, to cheer.
Pain has pushed me to places I’d never have learned
Pain has given me new ideas to churn.
But Pain, dear pain, has given me more of myself
Than anything I’ve done, nay, anything else.
It’s taught me courage, strength, endurance
It’s taught me to keep going even with hindrance
Pain is a wicked friend but it never lies to me
It allows me to push limits; to set up healthy boundaries
Pain is the best thing that ever happened to me
My only issue is when it won’t let me sleep.