Rugburn

Sometimes the pain doesn’t come until after the incident. 

The weight gets carried, moving along at some pace, adrenalin pumping, blinders working and avoiding the pitfalls, obstacles and sidetracks.
The end line gets crossed and it’s all over. 

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Then a realization that something is amiss. The nerve endings are still working… doing their job, it’s just that their pulse was dampered by a more substantial power – and it hurts. 

The pain comes around in a slight, continuous rush, reminiscent of a hot southerly breeze. It’s there, and it’s uncomfortable, but not unbearable. Perhaps the lack of immediate effect is cause for an elongated slur that may take time to heal. 

To act as if to avoid the reality – is to open the potential for a head-on wreck. 

Face it and deal; the void, though hollow, is temporary, and fills with sediment eventually; and the callous becomes embedded as part of something that is bigger than us alone. 

From real to surreal to ethereal - we move on, our memories more advanced than before.