Happy Life, Tragic Life
She told me to imagine my life two ways,
The other tragic.
And I thought and I thought.
Because I cannot imagine a world in which both do not occur
And I’m not so sure I’d like them separate.
For the greatness of pain does not allow me to forget the deepest wounds.
Perhaps those are ones impossible to treat.
They remain open, raw,
A nerve exposed.
Learning to live with that pain is something I must do.