The Pain's Words
Virna Chessari      
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The pain has always spoken to me,
ever since I was a child.
I wasn't like other kids...
A heavy burden on heart,
the death in the eye,
to remind me that everything ends.
A word here and there,
daily life lessons.
And over time I learned
to pay attention, to listen to it,
until I distinguished its shape.
It was right there for me,
every birthday, every grief,
every single moment.
My pain is an elegant old woman
holding a fan and with purple hair
She often tells me off.
It's her way of being kind,
of taking care of me.
Next to her I feel safe.
Every once she opens her arms to me
whispering quietly:
"Jump with me into the abyss.
It's the only way
you won't hear me anymore"