Cleansing the Pain Poem

Let the humanity of my soul

cleanse itself of what’s not gold —

this is the lifelong exercise.

While healing music of spheres surrounds me

to soothe the wounds forgive the timing

that damned me to dis-ease and pain

I pray God relieve me of affliction

of refuge in addiction.

I take my bath of salt water and humble down.

There is no one recipe for removing dirt in tears.

No perfect answer to, Why me?

Just pain in the neck, pain in the back, pain in the ass,

all of it pain in my heart, struggling to break free

of the worry shame left-aloneness fear

sharp dagger words poison arrow eyes unclear —

to cleanse is a lifelong exercise.

Saturday Sonnets Copyright © 2016 by Niamo Nancy Muid