The pain in my body <br />Is pulsating - <br />Screaming! <br />Alarming! <br /> <br />And yet I have <br />to go out and feast <br />I must shallow the palliatives <br />from songs, art, prayer and dance <br />I must lock my pain <br />In the box of oblivion <br />Until the day is done. <br /> <br />Let me beautify all around me <br />With my smiles and laughter <br />Let me fully feast and celebrate <br />With friends and loved ones <br />Till the day is done. <br /> <br />And when the day is done, <br />Let me listen to the murmurs <br />And tortures of my bodily pain <br />And let me swing my cradle <br />With the wings of joy <br />Gleaned from the life <br />of merry field feasts.<br /><br />Elizabeth Padillo Olesen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pain-and-feasts/
