Anesthetic

Pain.
And then the fight to numb it:

The blind search for an anesthetic
To kill the pain without killing you—

Pain.
The hurting soul uses pain
To numb the pain,
Which causes more pain,
An endless spiral
Of pain
To pain,
Looking for answers,
Longing for the numbness
Of death.

From pain
To sex
To drugs
To violence
To hell,
It’s all an endless spiral
Of darkness,
No anesthetic anywhere…

But maybe
The only anesthetic
Is love.

If pain
Meets love
If it’s hounded by love,
Surrounded by love,
Drowned in love,
Then pain will die
A sweetest death—
Not numbness,
But healing…

Then the task is ours
To stop the spiral
And meet pain
And sex
And drugs
And violence
And hell
With love.