The Pain of Love. {poetry}


Everyone of us has known pain.

Sometimes it sneaks in when we aren’t paying attention, others it knocks at our front door. Sometimes pain is quick and sharp, and others it’s deep and lingering. Pain seems to speak in codes that ask to be deciphered, and in languages that—while familiar to us—can also be very obscure. Nevertheless, pain seems to have its own mysterious, secret agenda for us.

In my own life, I’ve noticed that pain comes in all varieties of shapes and sizes, just like presents, though not necessarily the kind I enjoy unwrapping!

And yet, I can’t think of anything else in my life that has challenged me to move toward my own betterment as much as pain has. But not without a lot of careful unwrapping of packages I initially wanted to mark “return to sender”.

In this poem I begin to unwrap those packages and give you a little peek into my ever-evolving relationship with pain, and the way it’s always challenging me to find value in the most unlikely experiences.

For pain is like my teacher, and sometimes, if I trust it enough, it can even connect me with all those things beautiful and sacred.



The Pain of Love.

It enters me like a phantom

The injection of pure pain

On mournful mornings

When I hear my heart in the lonesome hoots of a barn owl

Winding in sluggish turns through winter fog

Long before the sun rises.

Not mere discomfort,

Like the prolonged silence in elevators,

The flattening, heat-infected summers

Blushes that follow compliments

That tight pair of shoes bound for goodwill,

But instead, it’s that raw, squeeze-you-‘till-you-break pain:

You know it as well as I do.

And it’s not the pretty pain either

That dissipates with swift rewards

After your ears are pierced, or your blood is drawn,

Or fire stings through your wet oven-mitt,

Pumpkin spice swirling into cozy corners.

No, it’s not that pretty pain at all,

The kind that fizzles out when you inhale, slowly,

That latches on your nipples in a mischievous toddler’s bite

Or rips through your flesh in birthing ten-pound babies.

Swelling your bosom with an “I can do this” breath,

No, it’s pain that does you instead!

It’s the kind of pain that makes me wonder

If I exist at all under its weight

Inside the rubble of its earthquakes

Tucked into the deep fault lines that

Whither my foundations

Blowing in the dust of prickly perspectives

I once held dear:

Suddenly, I’m only powder whipped by wind.

And I want to trace it out: this pain

Perhaps to a dusty, half-baked trauma

Or baggage I was meant to leave on the carousel

Stuffed with old regrets or infected wounds

Oozing with bits of me I have yet to forgive,

Dreams I have yet to let go of.

Yet this pain flows through me in elusive ways

Wiggling out of my tight definitions

With a suspicious, mischievous velocity

That leaves my sails of self tattered, tattered,

So that I’m only a rag ravaged by the wind

Against its oceanic might.

Do you know this pain?

That truth-chisel that sculpts your heart

Chip, chip, chipping away at all the parts of you

That are made of fear instead of love?

That’s when I begin to suspect,

As this stubborn pain in my chest swells

like volcanic soup burning in my soul

That it must be a tool in divine hands,

Masquerading as the undesirable

In response to every time my heart ever longed,

Ached, begged

To know pure love, enduring love,

Rich, delicious sacred-kind-of-love

The kind that apparently needs to break me first,

And shake me first,

From all my winter slumbers

That swirl me mercilessly

 into the lonely hoots of the barn owl

Long before the sun rises.



{Chip, chip, chipping.}

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Catherine Ghosh
Catherine Ghosh is an artist, writer, mother and editor of Journey of the Heart: An Anthology of Spiritual Poetry by Women (Balboa Press, 2014). She is co-founder of The Secret Yoga Institute, serves as a contributing editor for Integral Yoga Magazine, and is a regular contributor to Mantra, Yoga + Health Magazine. Catherine is passionate about inspiring women to share their spiritual insights and honor their valuable voices. A lover of nature, she lives surrounded by trees in Northern Florida, with her two sons and two cats. You may connect with her on Facebook, or email her.
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  • SR Atchley
    SR commented on December 24, 2012 Reply
    Amazing. Thank you!
  • Braja Sorensen commented on December 25, 2012 Reply
  • Jim Fry
    Jim Fry commented on December 26, 2012 Reply
    Krishna … that is probably the most potent set of metaphors I’ve encountered that help me empathize with how a woman feels her pain … no, I do not know your pain, yet now, I understand it more fully. Bellissimo!

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