Old Pain

by Anonymous
(Somewhere on Earth)

Its been a long time.
I remember when
I was young.
There wasn't as much pain.
There wasn't as much burning.
There weren't as many aches
In my bones or my joints.
Not as much pain in my mind,
My memories.
The pain grew over time
Like a weed, spread and
Killed off the happiness.

Now, with age, I accept
The hand I've been dealt.
I move with difficulty
I no longer weep or
Wallow in self pity or angst.
It is what it is.
I exist and nothing more, but
There is still love inside me somewhere.
I just don't know where it is
Or how to let it out.

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