When the Pain Stays

It moved in
lock stock and barrel
(whatever that means)
every suitcase and box
from it's last residence
it's silverware and knives
it's bed and it's cabinets
Pain moved in
it had come to stay
I didn't know how to escape, or lock it away
I went upstairs
and talked to God
I asked him how
He could allow this at all?
Pain grabbed my arm
kicked my shins
cut my side

I tried to hide
but it found me every day
I thought it would be there for good
so I took matters in my hands
pulled out plush comforters
and was swallowed in a pile
of chocolate, ice cream, and fluffy delights
I climbed a mountain,
stayed up all night
binged watched a show
wrapped myself up tight
and stared outside
wondering why and how it'd come
to stick by my side so close and fierce
wrenching my heart when I tried to smile
twisting my arm when I wanted to laugh
I tried to leave it out in the back
dump it all in the garbage can
so once more
when nothing else would do
I trekked up the stairs
to talk with God