Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt challenges us to write a fourteener. That’s a poem whose lines each have fourteen syllables.
My poem is somewhat tongue-in-cheek, but only somewhat. Physical therapists, doctors and nurses are always asking me to define my pain on a scale of one to ten. That type of arbitrary definition can’t possibly describe the nature of my pain–nor, I’m guessing, anyone else’s.
Hmmm, it’s only day three, and I’m already ranting….
The Truth about Pain
by Jan Brown
If I could only tell the truth about my pain today
it wouldn’t fit into the scale of one to ten. No way!
It wouldn’t fit into a thousand scales or any notion
of normal human suffering. It would fill up every ocean
on the planet, and Mars and Venus, too. Don’t tell me that
you don’t believe, because I know you do. It isn’t what
I tell you that you would find so fantastic; it is just
the awful truth that I’ve left out, and yet I must.
For if I told you everything, you would be in dire shock
or possibly, like some doctors, you may not give a fuck.