Pain.

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I wrote this whilst in hospital recently.

Call life by its proper name,
Call it what it be!
Don’t hide behind the niceties,
Of respectability.

Sound out the truth,
Tell all what you see.
Are you engulfed in pain,
Or is it only misery?

Is your life a trial
Where the scales are unjust?
In one sits the unreachable,
And in the other your living dust?

Is your body empty?
Has it died first?
Leaving your spirit
With an unquenchable thirst?

When you take your last breath
How will you be remembered?
Will it be for the life you lived,
Or the one you surrendered?

This is the only life one has,
And Hope, the only remedy.
Put aside the negatives,
Embracing love in all its purity.

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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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7 Responses to Pain.

  1. Seyi sandra says:

    I love this Danny, and I’m happy you’re on the mend. You have a way with words… very powerful!!

  2. Danny Kemp says:

    You are a kind hearted person, Seyi. I thank you for being such.

  3. pauliemacca says:

    I am so sorry you went through these things…and were in such pains (not the first time). Your soul is beautiful, you are a wonderful person. I am glad you express yourself via words….you are great at writing. You are a God talented being. I am grateful to be your friendship in the virtual world at least. Best wishes for rest of your life. God bless you and yours.

  4. pauliemacca says:

    P.S.: I forgot to mention that “pauliemacca” is equal with Ildiko Romvari Julia Cat. (smiles)

  5. Danny Kemp says:

    Thank you Ildiko, that’s very kind of you.

  6. chika2b says:

    Embracing life in all it’s purity indeed, hope you are feeling better. Your words are inspiring, when words can be seen and felt, is art. Thanks for the inspiration and may recovery come soon, keep on writing. ❤

  7. Danny Kemp says:

    Thank you so much, chika2b.

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