Poem: It was not pleasant

It was not pleasant

but that may be good,
or not bad, at least,
may be part of it
and needed, required,
the way it will be.
I do not know.
It hurt.  I am still hurting.
I do not feel right or well
and I can't know
if it can't be different,
if it can be better.
I do not mind
it being difficult
or even painful
if it is part
of healing.

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