But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind.

How do you spell relief? R-O-L-A-I-D-S.

No pain, no palm; no thorns, no throne; no gall, no glory; no cross, no crown.

Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

Nothing burns like the cold.