(This is one of my favourite poems, from one of my favourite poets...Emily Dickinson. She had an incredible way with words and her insights on life are exceptional.)
THE MYSTERY OF PAIN ________________________
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself, It's infinite realms contain It's past, enlightened to perceive New periods of pain.