inner space

I took a bath so hot, steam rose from my hand in the air like smoke. My skin is rosy pink, every inch of me is warm. I feel no pain. I am swimming. Inside myself.

I wrote this a few days ago.

Pain feels like death.
But pain is not death. Pain is life. Pain is reality so vivid it becomes unbearable. Once I was in so much pain, I thought I was going to die. I felt consciousness start to slip and, in spite of myself, something within me fought like hell to hold on. Something fierce willed me to stay awake. I would not abandon myself.
It was the will to live. And it was inborn.


Right now, I am warm. I feel no pain. Right now.