On Pain

Today I went outside and sat in the sun. The wind strummed my hair and my cheeks were tight. Tears had dried; their tracks felt sticky and painted on. I sat there for a long time. It's hard to pause when you're in pain. But that's the only way you survive it: in it.

Face forward.

"Here I am. I will sit in you until your power fades. And you will not take me down."

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