A comment on unrelenting pain, both physical and mental, and the need to be seen as "OK".
|Pain spreads into virgin veins
and newly thought-of branches
An insistent fist,
twisted and knuckle-pressed
into the backs of us
We have looked, dry-eyed,
into the dark drear,
contriving a laugh,
picturing courage and rebellion
while drawing spastic knees to our chests
And, in the light of day, we walk,
zombified and smiling.