What It Feels Like

(For T.S. Poetry’s February theme: Red. See the T.S. Poetry Facebook page for more contributions!)

Part of it simmers barely beneath
superficial, like a sunburn
just under the skin—

A spiritual neuralgia that
travels with time,
following the nerve paths,

Insisting on outlining the nervous
system’s most sensitive branches—
down the quadriceps or out to the

Niche where the wings would be—and a
prickly tingling signals the brain
to think of the dove that flies away.

I said, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest.”
(Psalm 55:6)

6 thoughts on “What It Feels Like

  1. Monica, wow! Your words painted pain into image — both physical and spiritual. I get physical pain. I live with it every day and so understand the mingling of physical with spiritual. Sitting quietly this afternoon and allowing your words to sink slowly, absorb deep…the exquisite mystery of pain. Beautiful!

  2. Monica, I read a poem recently where a parent is lamenting that their child had to have an operation to remove his wings (metaphorically, of course). Yours reminds me of that one, but yours has that dove of hope. So good!

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