Painful stabbing,
The same spot.
Over and over.
And over again.
Will this end?

It gets better.
No, it gets worse.
It gets worse still.
It doesn’t seem right,
But there’s more to feel.

And life doesn’t shut down.
Life doesn’t give a care.
Life continues, saying
Try to keep up and 
Please, stop compaining.

And with that idea,
I actually agree. Taking
this moment to capture
the pain, defining it,
then closing the door
on my whining spree.