I'm never really prepared to handle pain.
I'm told of its many forms,
but I wasn't taught how to manage the impact,
holding myself up as its waves crash against
my shore; my heart and faith,
continuous crashing, throwing debris against my flesh,
making me feel it, the revelation,
the one that drops me to my knees,
I wanted to avoid this very thing
but it’s here and engraving itself into my mind,
limbic control, it knows it has struck gold,
it has a hold on me that only my third eye can unleash..