Maybe my pain has found nirvana, it’s ultimate resting place. It’s never really gone, it can never be truly gone but after crashing into me… inside me so many times, over and over it has probably found its place. I hope it stays. I still feel it there floating around my ribcage, discreetly hiding. It’s not like I don’t expect it to resurface and claim my heart again but I do expect it to be nicer to me. I do expect it to be kind. I do expect it to make me stronger. I have a weapon against it ready though; my words. That’s the only thing I have. I will turn my pain into beautiful poetic chains and hang it on the walls of my diaphragm. I will let everyone know how these scars were made. Maybe pain and I can work together, to each other’s advantage. Maybe we have reached an agreement. It can have a piece of me from time to time and I will weave it into words. Maybe we can make this work. In fact there is no other way, I’m sure it will work, Pain and I.