Painless Barbie
No pain for a week...
That's dangerous for someone like me.
I'd run until my feet bleed.
I'd squat until my legs gave up on me.
Might even go under the knife get plastic surgery. Just to get a picture perfect body.
After my week is gone and my pain is back.
I'd remember that pain is what I need.
Pain is what makes me human being.
Pain makes you comprehend things that your own cognitive thoughts can't see.
Pain can control us or we can control pain.
Remember that when you feel back pain you don't go to the doctor. Remember that when you feel pain from rejection and no longer feel significant. Remember that when you feel pain when your exercising; suddenly give up.
Pain is mundane we have to listen to it. Pain makes us thrive. Pain makes us powerful. Pain means we're still alive.
Pain means it's recovery time.
So the truth is a week without pain is trouble for a human being.
If
If no bones
broke
If no muscles
cramped
If no tendons
Tore
If no orifices
Clogged
If no surfaces
Gaped
If no veins
Spurted
If no arteries
Burst
If no blood vessels
shrank or swelled
If no passageways were
Obstructed
If no beating
ceased
If no air was
Taken in
If no toxins were
Expelled
If, when bruised,
I smiled
If, when cut,
I laughed
If, when fractured,
I danced
If, when cut
Wide open
Left to bleed
To death
I celebrated
If, then
I would dare
To bare my
Guts
My inner
Most self
Expose myself wholly
To love
‘if i couldn’t feel pain for a week’
Pain. Pain. I have been hurt so much that when a knife slips while cutting vegetables I stare at the blood for a minute before I feel the sting. There are so many different aspects of pain that if I could live without it I may be a completely different person. Pain? Love. If I couldn't feel pain for a week would I not feel love, since there is so much hurting in the love I feel?
Let's see what I should say. I would be clumsier than I already am while cutting things and would build all the fires I could build. I'd take a pan out of the oven with my bare hands, I would eat hot soup without hesitating. I would love without a fear of falling. This is my idea of living life to the fullest.
I don't think I could trust myself to not feel pain for that alotted time. I would either live normally or live dangerously, however, just because I don't feel pain doesn't mean it's not there. If I sliced my finger cutting onions and cannot feel the knife's blade, I would continue letting the blood flow. After the week was over the cut would still be there. Some scars we create hurt more as they heal.
Pain is not the best part of life but it is integral. I'm afraid of it but I need it at the same time; I need to be reminded of my mortality on a daily basis.
No Pain, All Gain
Wait, I'd actually get to live without pain for an entire week? Seven full days? As someone who experiences pain 24/7/365, what I would give for one day, one hour, one minute without pain is beyond most people's comprehension.
I could go out for a walk without collapsing in agony on the couch afterwards. I could schedule a get-together with friends at any time and know that I'll be able to keep the appointment when it comes around. I could sleep an entire night through without dreaming of unrelenting, bizarre means of torture, needles plunging into my body, or a vise squeezing my head until my eyeballs are ready to pop out of my skull.
In a week without pain I could go to the movie theater and actually take off my sunglasses while watching the film and not feel the insidious pressure of a migraine building in the back of my head. Hell, I could go see every movie that's out there, go to a double showing, or even an extra-long special event and not need to stand in the back of the theater so my legs and neck don't seize up. I could crank up the music as loud as I wanted with the only thing to worry about being the neighbors complaining. I could swim a few laps, go to a yoga class, drive my fiance anywhere he needs to go whenever he needs to get there.
No pain, and I would be able to sit at my computer and work a full, eight-hour day and not have to turn down assignments because I need to get up too frequently to put in the necessary hours. Then I'd have enough money to be able to pay rent and eat in the same month!!
Basically, without pain, I could live the life other people take for granted. Is that so much to want or to ask for? Right now, though, it seems about as attainable as reaching out and grabbing the moon.
(c) 2017 Miriam Ruff
#nopain #challenge #prose
No pain for 1 week?
Does that include this heartache I feel in my chest?
Will my heart not feel likes it's breaking for a whole week.
I would love for this depression to go away even if its just for a little while.
I would be able to focus on what needs to be done.
With no pain I wouldn't get into fights with my older brother on a daily routine.
I wouldn't need to.
When it comes to the physical aspect of pain
I would get the tattoos I have been too afraid to get and the few piercing I want too
I would run as much as I can as the ache in my knees will be gone
and my chest won't ache, my muscles won't cramp up forcing me to stop.
I would run everyday of the week because thats is truly the only time I feel free
but my body holds me back from achieving that.
If I Couldn’t Feel Pain for a Week
If I couldn't feel pain for a week, I'd be like a balloon cut loose from its ties. I'd soar away with nothing holding me back, nothing keeping me grounded.
If I couldn't feel pain for a week, my dark side wouldn't exist. I'd be happy as a lark, smiling all the time.
If I couldn't feel pain for a week, I wouldn't feel the effect of people's harsh words. I wouldn't feel the let-down when some people don't say anything at all.
If I couldn't feel pain for a week, watch out world, here I come. I'd do anything I've ever wanted to do, without fear of possible pain.
If I couldn't feel pain for a week, I wouldn't feel pain for a week. And that would be new and exciting. But after a week, would I want to continue life that way? Doesn't pain add to life, as another whole level of emotion and feeling?
Hurts Just Thinking About It
1. I'd go out and get that one battle scar across my eye that would complete my look.
2. Go for a world record of some sort.
3. Socialize... like with the humans.
4. Exercise
5.Run a marathon.
6. Smash my already broken guitar.
6. Cook Dinner for the fam
7. Buy multiple expensive items that I want, but can't bring myself to buy, ie. A new guitar, a piano, high quality headphones, a publisher, and around 30+ video games that have been on my wishlist for months now.
8. Maybe I'd study... like... as in... doing... actual schoolwork.
*shivers
If I suddenly couldn’t feel pain?
Pain has a purpose.
Pain is necessary.
How would you know if you'd injured yourself?
How would you know if you were at risk?
Know you were ill?
Know you'd pushed yourself too far?
Know you needed help?
I devoured fantasy fiction as a teen into my twenties and one of those series was the Chronicles of Thomas Covenant. A leper in modern times who finds himself transported to a magical world where he gets cured every time he visits but while on earth he has to constantly perform a ritual visual check on himself for injuries. A "visual surveilance of extremities."
The disease does just that, it kills your sensory nerves meaning you can't feel pain and that leads to very nasty injuries, infections and complications.
If I was incapable of feeling pain I'd be damned careful until I was cured and got it back...
The world would pause and then implode.
Seven days without pain would mean an entire week without having to feel.
For if you do not know hurt, then nothing would be real.
Without darkness, we cannot have light, the lack of pain would allow for an infinite void.
Though nothing, I could argue, is worse than the agony I constantly employ.
The people who are angry and stressed,
People who are sad and endlessly depressed.
The world without pain for just a week may as well be not having a world at all,
Because humankind is incomplete without someone to take the fall.
Running, racing, ruining each others lives,
Has become a part of society that we cannot hide.
So if this instance were to occur,
I would sit back and watch the world stir.
I would watch as children realized they could not feel punches.
I would sit by as suicidal people ate their last lunches.
Disturbingly, it could not pain me to see them go
They could not second guess plans they'd made a week ago.
In those seven days I'd be numb to the realizations,
That the parents wouldn't mourn for the loss of their children's faces.
A week would pass like nothing had happened,
Realistically, the whole world would have blackened.
Eight days later, the world would relapse;
People would remember the aloof gaps.
Emotions would spark and a fire would begin,
Burning the world, the devil would grin.
The only way to extinguish this flame,
To drown it with our tears, to accept the pain.
No Pain, No Hassle
No pain for 7 days would be heaven. I have enough pain to last a lifetime, to go 1 week without it would be bliss. I'm talking all types of pain, Mental, Physical, Emotional, Social, Psychological, all pain would cease to exist for 7 days. I would be able to breathe again, really take in my surroundings and enjoy life again. Just for 1 week. I would be a nicer person that 1 week. I would be more caring and nurturing towards my family and friends. Pain gets in the way of happiness. Pain takes away from doing what you dream to do. Pain is endless. Pain is unkind. I wouldn't be able to put a price on what it would mean to have no pain for 1 week. It would be priceless.