What I feel is sadness but what I do is pretend that all is okay...............

What I want to do is scream,

but I don't.

What I want to do is cry,

but I don't.

What I want to do is run away,

but I don't.

What I want to do is tell you

how much your words hurt me,

but I don't.

What I feel is sadness,

but what I do

is pretend that all is okay.

What I feel is anger,

but what I do

is pretend that I'm okay.

What I feel is confusion,

but what I do 

is pretend that that's okay.

Why is it that to be openly sad

 is by others so often deemed ''bad''?

Why are we often judged as being ''weak''

when of our pain we openly speak?

Why are we told to subdue our cries

when hurt brings tears to our eyes?

(Citizen Z)

For a number of days I have had severe pain

in my neck and shoulders. Mind you, I always

have pain there(bursitis) but for some reason that I'm 

oblivious of, it has now reached new heights.(levels)

I have methods of dealing with it, but none so far

has worked. 

What's needed is a remedial massage. 

By the time I'm sitting in a chair at the massage

 place, the pain has spread and is now pounding

away in my lower and upper jaw bones.

I'm feeling quite nauseous but is lucky enough 

to be fitted in for a treatment immediately.

A designated massage therapist arrives and softly 

asks me how much pressure I want her to use.

''A lot,'' I answer.  It hurts like heck but I know 

that it will get better and eventually the pain 

will subside. Which it does.

Walking to the car, some thoughts wafts through

my consciousness; -I just don't get all the excitement

over AIs. We are flawed, this is true, but science

proved a long time ago that being touched by other

human beings is paramount for our very existence.

Thank goodness for human massage therapists.

''There are five traits that AI genuinely can not

replicate: empathy, presence, judgement, 

creativity and hope.''

(Shorts on AI limitations)

about the image: pen and ink on water colour paper