What would it be?

What would be the personification of pain?

Would it be a woman or a man?

Would it even be a little child who just doesn’t understand?

I don’t know,

I don’t know,

But I do know that it would exist.

It would likely be genderless and ageless,

Because pain, real pain, is no respecter of persons.

And no matter how much you want to shield someone from it…

There is no way to stop it

We just have to take what comes and continue to move forward as best we can.

Written for last Friday’s FreeWriteFriday prompt: http://kellieelmore.com/2014/04/25/fwf-free-write-friday-personification/

It’s been one of those weeks…but only at the end!


8 thoughts on “What would it be?

  1. You know I focused on this recently as I wanted to make a figure/cartoon of my pain and I had to think if what it would look like what that would reflect back to me and I asked my eldest to make a compjter generated graphic and he did I called him p.i.t.a for pain in the ass! lol I need to upload him to show you x


  2. Nice. It is true, pain is no respector of persons, and no matter what we do we can’t shield ourselves from it. The worst part is not being able to shield our kids from it. I try to just glean from it what I can. There is an old rocker-turned-Christian who, back in the 70’s, wrote some of what used to be called ‘Jesus music.’ He wrote a song that said this–
    Walked a mile with pleasure
    She chattered all the way
    Left me none the wiser
    With all she had to say
    Walked a mile with sorrow
    Never a word said she
    But oh the things I learned from her
    When sorrow walked with me
    (Barry McGuire)

    I think of pain interchangeably with sorrow.
    It’s no fun but it can be a great teacher.


    • That is the worse thing. I have never felt so helpless as when someone I love is in pain or the midst of despair and there is nothing I can do to help.

      I don’t like being on this side of the equation. I’d much rather it be me than them.


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