Last night I laid in bed crying--
I do not often cry.
Last night, I laid in bed crying
the cause being the exposed nerves in my gum,
the ones that are unattended to and often forgotten,
until they are inflamed and present and real.
Last night I laid in bed crying, something I never do, while rocking back and forth and listening to the pain as if it could tell me something, teach me something, help me in some way--
and my phone beeped so I looked at it
and I answered the text.
Last night I made plans for today, even though last night I could do nothing but listen to the roar in my body,
listen to it take me over,
and then respond by making plans for the next day.
Hope is believing pain ends.
Hope is how I live.