Pain is often misunderstood, it is a protector, a warning, and indication that things aren’t right. Pain can also be cathartic and transformation. Pain is at times a constant companion.
All she knew was pain. Something in her was screaming and clawing at the pain, but she could not break free of it. Time was meaningless in the pain and she lost herself to it, struggled with it and in the struggle she lost her identity for what seemed forever. All she knew was pain and her, it was her companion, her nemesis, her lover, her friend, her anchor, her hated.
But she was not alone as she thought.
There was something in the darkness of the pain, whether it had been there all along, she didn’t know. It started as a ghosting whispers of a breeze, lost as it was felt. But it seemed to bring a coolness to the pain even if it were just for an infinitesimal moment. She called to it, but it didn’t answer, seeming to imply that her know it was there was enough.
But something in her mind, something from before the pain seemed to recognise it, was repulsed by it.
The pain never seemed to stop now, it was like a serpent that wrapped around her and sank it’s venomousness fangs into her. She called to the other, begging for respite. She knew it would soon be over soon. The pain signalled the end, and in it she was ready to lay down her burden.
She looked around her trying to find the voice that spoke.
"Mother, Wife, Protector. Are you ready to give that up, them up? Are you ready to admit defeat?"
It was the other, now speaking to her. She did not know who they were or what would be lost but the words sparked something in her. She never gave up, she knew that, she mastered pain and adversity and she did what she had to do. How she knew this she did not know, but it was her.
"Will you accept me?" The voice asked.
She felt that odd resistance and recognition, it had stopped her from accepting it before now, but, but, here, now she knew she could not.
She found her voice. “Yes.”
Then the other swamped her like an icy waterfall crashing down on her and the pain fell before it’s onslaught.
"We are one" The voice said, and she knew it was her voice.
Jarring light and sound and feeling swamped her and alarms sounded.