Numbing Pain's Hope
They portrayed the portal to painless now
and I was everyone else
in fictitious heaven.
Suppressing that which was meant to be dealt with.
procrastination.
Joy turned to numbed scars
until it all fell away
and they became opened gashes.
ruined.
The hopefulness of forgetting via lung destruction
until reality hits harder
after time flies
when it was supposed to be rewound.
True pain is feeling
after contentment that isn't.
By God's grace, healing came
when rushed no more.
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