A Purple Song!

My Beloved whispered write about Pain as though these opening words came out of A Kahlil Gibran's page

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What shall I speak to thou, about this Beautiful song, that were born from His lips & poured within my bones. Pain has become my companion for life; like a cloud that stays afloat, yet invisible to many an eye. Have thou seen the crush of a grape under my Beloveds feet, and when the sower dances, the grape in-turn weeps. Yet! The tears of Love emerge & flow as A Purple-Song & breathed out from my soul the wine on his lips is born. He tastes this liquid gold as time ripens it sweet, and intoxicated my Beloved Lord Dances for now I've become worthy enough to Be-His!

O! What shall I say of pain, for many walk unaware of this song, while his feet crushed out the life from me, yet to quench his thirst Alone I was born!

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If one can give a name to pain then there's an understanding & empathy. But what of those pains that can't be seen. I've been living with pain for 18years. One terms it chronic as though that word is enough & lately it's been said it's autoimmune; meaning my bodies cells have gone berserk enough to attack its own good cells. Earlier it was only centred in my back, But lately it has made home in every which corner of this body. Over the years it's weakened the muscles, tissue & nerves leaving me bedridden for months. The high inflammation triggers such unspeakable tender pain spots in my scalp leaving me breathless and unable to speak for days. And the entire life-energy drains out of my feet. It's like a thousand needles are poked in my head all at the same time. Yet! These intimate moments I've kept within, except for Atul & Coco who've been privy. In medical science they are called bad days. But! For me they are just part of my life.

I've been doubted, questioned, judged because my pain has no name it's invisible.

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All I can say is- Pain has no words;

I guess that's why one is

Questioned & Judged! But those who truly go through it, even if crushed are touched by Gods feet and like wine they are offered unto his lips

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Copyright: Meghna/2019