I Had a Conversation With My Pain Once

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On a taxi from Polokwane to Gauteng.

It was the perfect place for my pain.

And the worst place for me.

Though I had felt entitled to it

I had never paid my pain attention

I had never thought to hear its story

I had never cared

To learn of its origin and depth

Then there I was

Restrained in a moving vehicle for hours

With strangers who seemed to be unaware

That right there in the far left backseat of the taxi

My entire world was falling apart

Quietly

Steadily

Certainly

Fragment by fragile fragment

I was confronted by the truths

From which I had been running

All my life

Until I stepped into that taxi

On the Monday morning when my life changed

Quietly

Steadily

Certainly

Fragment by fragile fragment

By grace

Through faith.

– Lele M