Soreness Poem by Anna Pine

There are two types of sore-

The first being the good pain;

the feeling of accomplishment

Knowing that you're building muscle

and strengthening from this

It's the feeling (reward) that comes with grit and determination

This sore-- Is the feeling of growth.



Then we have the sore that feels like bags of rocks,

-and shame, maybe...

That pain is the pain of being hurt and vulnerable

When you fall, and it almost hurts too much to just get up

The added stress and pressure you carry

There are periods of this but it shouldn't be a constant

It shouldn't always be like this



The body invariably keeps score

In life, we must have a balance

The second soreness demands to be felt so the first can be appreciated.



But wait, there is a third-

a mental sore

being overworked

And that sore is a tired pain that comes in waves, wanted or not;

The mental fatigue that bores you through leaving you empty..

The soreness you can feel but not hold

Step back and take a breath



Recognize your soreness and keep going