Pain you are a vicious foe.
You crept up so quietly.
Like a thief in the night.
You gradually tried to steal my life away.
You stole my sleep and flexibility.
You stole so many of my life enjoyments.
Yet there is one place you are barred.
In my head I will mount the barricades.
Barb wire will cut you.
Poisonous plants will bind you.
Dragons will burn you.
Dinosaurs will chomp on you.
If you should dare to trespass there.
Within my head there are worlds,
In which you do not belong.
My imagination soars far away from you.
Into far of lands, where time expands.
Pain you cannot reach me there.
2nd of April 2015
Creativity and Pain
This poem should explore creativity as a healing salve, as a shield, as a weapon, or as a negotiation method to use when dealing with physical and/or psychological pain.