Pain is not a one size fits all thing.
It is a crushing stab along my lower back that cripples me, makes me limp, makes it hard to get in and out of bed.
It is a jolt of fear when the man who smears the white house with the paint of bigotry sends another demeaning tweet out into the ether
It is knowing that children in cages will carry emotional scars always
Pain is everywhere now, and I begin to despair that there is no analgesic for it.
Thoughts and prayers are empty bottles
Have a blessed day is deceit in a mask
We are in a world of hurt, headed for a tipping point
In the midst of this, my crippled back, so present, is nothing