• Pain
    Like a piercing arrow, A Bleeding wound,
    That will end it all
    Like the final stab before death,
    It’s nothing

    Not when
    The wail of a mother, who outlived her own child,
    throughout a room
    When the loss of a friend
    Becomes etched on our faces,
    Or when we fail
    When we’ve just gotten back up, again

    Still that’s nothing
    Not when we think of all the pain,
    That has been endured on this earth
    Not when we know, there is just more to be endured
    Not when we realize suffering, does not end
    That it simply becomes,
    A part of us.