The Wretch

5 Sep

“Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.” ~Jim Morrison

The Wretch

There once was a pathetic wretch who got an injury
To get away from chronic pain was his one constant plea
The shooting pain turned him into a sour, sorry grouch
All he wanted to do was to lay down on the couch

He whined and cried and wanted all to feel sorry for him
He thought they did not understand how arduous and grim
That each and every single day had become in his life
No one understood, not friends, not family, not wife

He searched for help but no one seemed to be able to aid
Even the good Lord above was silent when he prayed
But then one day he encountered one with no sympathy
Who understood him well and proceeded to shake his tree

While many said, “So sorry” and they tried in vain to help
This Warrior he spoke to looked at him like a small whelp
This Warrior would not listen to all of his complaining
She made it clear to him that what it took was intense training

She closed the door on his dream of living his life pain free
She did explain that it was something he would never see
She called him on his bullshit and she told him who he was
She told him that managing pain is what a Warrior does

She told him, “It’s a part of you” and to step up and own
That it was now ingrained in him as much as flesh and bone
That he needed to embrace it as he embraced the rest
That it was something not to be loathed, hated or repressed

“Feel, accept, control, conquer, repeat when it is needed”
She looked at him with no remorse, he thought she was conceded
It burned how little sympathy she showed and made him feel
Like he was a pathetic wretch who liked to moan and squeal

He walked away from that meeting surprised and quite offended
But shortly after that he pondered and he comprehended
The cold, calm look upon her face had haunted him for days
It was the look of strength and truth in that Warrior’s gaze

She didn’t dance around his feelings or mince what she said
And she was the only person whose words rang in his head
The well wishes and thoughts and prayers went in and out one ear
But something about her delivery had shown no fear

The look upon her face he now thought back and did discern
She’d faced the same battle and now her Warrior eyes did burn
She came upon the same problem and made the choice to own
And that was why to his complaining she could not be prone

She knew it was not such a beast, that he was stronger than
Anything that ailed him but because he turned and ran
She saw him as pathetic for making the coward’s choice
No longer could he disagree with her Warrior voice

He stopped complaining of the painful hand that had been dealt
He left the groaning out when he spoke about how he felt
He kept a straight face and he clutched his pain close to his chest
“Thank you, Lord” he said to God, “I do feel very blessed”

Every single time he felt a stabbing, aching pain
He suited up and prepared to do battle with his brain
He fought and survived every time and grew in confidence
And since he learned great self-control, he did not take offense

Whenever someone else attacked, to him, another pain
To be endured with grace and strength on his life-long campaign
Of managing, not getting rid of all the things that hurt
He learned that the key was to face, not to run and avert

He was so thankful to that Warrior who told him straight
Who made him feel he was pathetic and made him irate
Now a Warrior, he did admit that she was right
He had become a wretch ‘cause of his chronic, painful plight

And since he did embrace the painful truth that she had spoke
No longer did he feel like a pathetic, sad jamoke
He did become a Warrior Poet who then did write
Wise words which at times offended, stung and did incite

But always had a theme which most were able to infer:
All the things that hold you back, discourage and deter
Are things that you can embrace, face and take ownership for
You have the strength within to fight that never-ending war


7 Responses to “The Wretch”

  1. Cat Forsley September 5, 2012 at 10:43 am #

    a whole story there Miro ………….
    one of those moments when i am reaching into the computer to SAY Kudos 🙂

  2. Cat Forsley September 5, 2012 at 1:49 pm #

    Hey Miro – my bro 🙂
    i dunno if i am a “warrior ” anymore – but i was thinking about your story all day ……. more of a peaceful cat these days 🙂 xx
    this the kind of poem that could – for sure A MILLION PERCENT be adapted into some kind of screenplay – film – at least short story !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    i feel that emphatic about this Miro 🙂
    ! Lots of love
    YAY …………..
    YOU WERE MISSED ………………………:) X

  3. granbee September 5, 2012 at 2:10 pm #

    Fighting THROUGH pain makes us so much stronger–Warriors together! Wonderfully strengthening post here, Miro! Thank you!

  4. Lopa September 6, 2012 at 2:59 pm #

    Nominating you for the Sunshine Award at
    for always being an inspiration and kindling the spirit of a warrior in millions of us everyday! It’s an honour to be your fellow blogger, Miro!

    • Miro September 7, 2012 at 1:03 am #

      Thank so much Lopa, what a lovely surprise. It’s more like dozens than millions, but perhaps someday. 🙂 Wishing you continued inspiration! Peace & grace, ~Miro.

      • Lopa September 7, 2012 at 10:55 am #

        Thank you so much…and you are most welcome!

  5. Will of Heart September 7, 2012 at 6:40 am #

    In time of trials we need to face the truth even it is painful in order for us to become stronger, that is what a true warrior is…. great piece Miro very empowering…

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