I have had to sit and watch the IV drop in silence, more than once in my life. Have you? I didn’t feel like a masterpiece in the middle of my pain. But that doesn’t change the fact that I was and still am, one.
Like a splinter in the foot you just can’t seem to see, is the pain within a heart filled with anxiety. No one else can see pain that you now feel. Often times you ask if it’s even truly real. Walk about your day, the prick will stab with pain. Balancing the wound becomes a dripping drain. Energy is lost, focus on protect. Friendships pays the cost, when attention you deflect. How to remove a shard that can’t be seen? First admit, discard pretending’s screen. Allow a probing look. A gentle searching poke. Trust someone who knows, this pain in not a joke. Often it may feel like a bandage ripped away. The sting, it may endure well into your day. But, pain of healing hands is worth a season’s rest. It’s a pain that’s bearable when into tears it’s pressed. Gentle words may pinch, a tweezers searching bite. And tears can wash away, splinters and their bite.