Poem: The Sun Rises Again

I need to learn to think
about something else.
While I am in pain,
time goes on.
While I am in pain,
the world turns.
While I am in pain,
I am getting older.

There must be a way,
to go on
and live with it.
It will take courage, yes.
It will take discipline, yes.
It will take humility, yes.

A release of all
self pity
all
impure motives,
a focus on the now.
On every moment that is spent.
A honing of the soul.
Complete seperation
of mind and body.

To acknowledge that the
body
is in pain
but that I am more than
the body.

I am I.
Eternal
other than physical
for all physical
"problems"
are temporary.
No matter how they seem
in the moment.

Even if I spend the rest of this life
in pain
it is only one.
And it will pass.
Just as surely as the winter comes
and the sun rises again.