There’s a Time and a Place…

There is this image ingrained into my mind
one that tries to prove some logic in cases
such as mine where there is little but the
hope that by this I might at least breathe
one tiny breath before it over takes me again.

I move the pain around as if it is a handbag
too long in the strap to be slung across me
in a comfortable manner this pain just moves
under my guidance to a place where for that
moment one pain takes over the origional
and I can breathe again for a second.

From soul to hand to ignorance and back
again in a circle of moving pain just so that
for a short while I can cope and ignore the
building pressure behind my eyes from this
looking backwards and downwards but never
at the path that appears before me.