signal [the feathers]

pain is relative;

my relative;

relating to

myself.

pain

is a

bit

of a

mess.

pain is 

life's way,

a warning to 

my head, “oh,

hey, you are alive,

hey, you are a thing. 

that thing can bleed and 

cry and scream but hey, hey, 

it’s not too much, never say it’s 

too much, please, stop for a bit, step

away from the edge, i’m sorry, hey come

back here, you aren’t done, will never be done.”

pain, my friend, don’t lie, your name is really Hope.