when you pinch me <br />i thank you <br />i feel the pain and it assures me <br />i am alive <br /> <br />when you say the words too unkind <br />i reflect and the words confront me like a flood <br />rushing inside my throat <br />and i grapple with my hands holding upon life <br />i am drowning <br />but not calling for any help <br />i rise as a survivor <br />my lungs stronger than before <br /> <br />when you left me <br />i thought the pain is like an earthquake <br />intensity 12 <br />i am shaken and some parts of me fell <br />i thought i am buried on the chasm of extreme loneliness <br />they say i am beyond recovery <br />all pieces gone <br />but i pick them all and piece them all together <br />torn but not destroyed <br />i am back as a piece of art <br /> <br />when you come back <br />you ask me who i am <br />i told you another name <br />i am the masochist reconstructed <br /> <br />i was once your lover <br />and i thank you for everything<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/masochism-2/
