The winner takes it all

I wear pain as a gadget.

No, I don’t. I don’t see

anything fashionable in it.

Really. But still, I am fighting

hard not to be worn by it.

I just want to conquer it

with art and science.

Maybe I use it, to learn

something about myself.

I already did a hard lesson.

Full of unnecessary shit.

But I might discover

new things on the road

of cramps and bumps

and a handful of analgetics.

About my brain,

my pain thresholds,

my focus, my creativity.

I will use the pain to

overcome the same.

A logical U-turn in the game.

Who is the winner now?

Who is wearing whom?

You are an outdated accessory.

And I am not a fan of recycling you

in one more month cycle, but

you keep coming back.

I refuse I rebel I resist,

I am wearing my art, poetry,

or whatever is here to help. Again.

Whatever I dream I can.

And whatever I succeed

is a small victory, a gain.

The same formula

no pain no gain repeats.

But I don’t want to play

by those rules any more.

This, is an uninteresting game.

I want to wear instead

a biggest painless smile.

And a pair of happy, green

most calming eyes.

Something that is

truly me. Not the pain.

Not ever again.