On Pain- Poem

On Pain

Michael James

Jumping out of a second story window!

Hurts less

then asking my own mother for help.

Asking my father,

Whom I know 

would personally kill a man

for me. For help

Hurts more

than feeling a batarang shaped novelty knife which cost no more that $50,

Impale through my foot.

After throwing it 

with absolute confidence

At a wooden Halloween decoration of a ghost popping out a pumpkin.

The Ghost's name- 

was Jakers. 

Looking into my Fathers eyes,

admitting that I am not

strong enough.

Hurts- 

Tenfold as much

As landing in my neighbors backyard as a young boy,

Lovingly deposited on the other side of the fence

by my older brother to retrieve a ball. I wasn’t wearing shoes.

I sat on the kitchen counter,

for two hours as my father pulled

splinters out of the bottoms of my feet. 

The look in my moms eyes 

After the Nurse told her, her baby boy-

didn’t want to be any more.

Hurt more,

than  hundreds

of thin lacerations

Covering the lower half 

of that same boy

After falling into a beautiful Rose bush. 

On Pain.