4 tankas Blister in my mouth, Borne from biting my own lip, A persistent pain, Tended to with medicine, And healed by my body’s might. Lingering discomfort, Days of mindful awareness, But then a reprieve, Pain vanished without a trace, Leaving only memories. I do not recall The exact day the pain ceased, But now, in its wake, I see the memory with ease, No longer feeling the ache. Looking back in time,