A poem about reaching a place in my life where the pain of the past is tolerable. |
-Good Hurt- by Keaton Foster Wise am I The wanting stranger Once desperate with anger No longer An animal with no need of a cage A creature spent of its desire to feast My appetite has been met My gut aches under the weight Of being so completely full A good hurt fills my chest A once thought empty cavity Is brimming beyond capacity My mind, chemicals defined Brilliance made relevant Within such a finite space and time I see everything and everyone Past, present, and future As photorealist copies of who And what they no longer are Like a rolodex of images stored Easily called back up Remembered And if need be ignored I will never truly forget The price of who I am Or what it cost for me to get here A good hurt vibrates my nerves Stingingly real in every possible way I have never been numb One to always feel everything In full, glorious detail I know more than most More than anyone ever should Wise am I The wanting stranger Once desperate with anger No longer A good hurt fills my chest And barrels through my mind Expressing myself through words Has become my way to deal With how it is to feel All that I feel and all that I know Such a good hurt is mine… Good Hurt Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |