Painless

As I sit to write,
a sharp pain pierces
my body.
My toe its source;
the longest elongation
from the right.

A spasm runs
through my veins,
clotting my blood;
tearing and replacing
what is,
on default, natural comfort,
with discomforting
burns.

I wonder now
how it ever was
that I appreciated not-
silence enough.
rarely do I give thanks
for the infinite
painless feeling
I choose to disavow.

I swallowed painkillers.
but the stubborn pain
still lives.
It breaths,
pumping pain
through my veins,
infecting my blood,
like thick golden brass.

I thank the Creator
for creating me
and gifting me with
a life
wrapped in a painless,
numb sensation.

Everything is blessing.

Yet if tomorrow I wake
to find the pain dispersed,
I fear I might again
forget the eternally agreeable
and unbequeathed feeling
of numbness without.