It is hard to be on the cusp
Of inspiration
When one is on the cusp
Of just beyond the cusp of pain
It is hard to feel for different times
Or different lives
When one is held in the difficulty
Of ever-present pain
And so the same for love and joy
Which may be glimpsed
But cannot be held square on
When pain is an obstruction
Yet it does no harm to test the water
To look back on records, photographs
Notes of the good times, and the bad times
To let pain know that it also must share you
And then still to have the wherewithal
To sort, and move, and catalogue
Such that naught will be lost
And, when the day free of pain arrives
One will be able to begin the rebuilding
To trawl and rediscover opportunities
Which in the moment meant so much
And which in the future will mean more
