When you understand my pain, hope it doesn’t kill you.
your birth, the prelude
to this one great life
foisted into beginning
what so many have done before
family nurtured you, or not
this start fostered your methods
of being in this world
success and failure were in your hands
decisions layered upon decisions
the best you could do, or the worst
chance predicts much of the outcome
and still, you carry on
you reap what you can
others benefit too
glory in the good days
paybacks for your pain
wisdom in the aftermath of living
lessens the evil
from gaining a foothold
in your soul
it’s still a hard road
many leave weak and broken
the lucky ones die
with a smile
they say hell ends when you’re dead
Pain is a part of life. Every one of us will experience or have to endure pain.
Minimizing pain requires knowledge, wisdom, action, and bandaids.
Alleviating pain requires living through it.
Eliminating pain requires no instances of infliction.
I think being pain-free only happens before and after we die.
Is our purpose in living only to just feel the least amount of pain?
the world’s gone dark
this mental cushion
thoughts held close
all the noise
by this liquid insulation
can’t help you.
of my own. You take care while I take care.
Instantly life pirouettes from gratifying to suffering.
We stand defiantly watching as uncaring nature delivers its blows.
We hear words spoken carelessly influencing scarred individuals.
We suffer from the ravages of aging and illness.
We have enemies and lovers, intentionally or not, damage our hearts.
We ache as good friends with kind souls die and leave us.
We battle with inferior people foisting their rottenness unto us.
We deal with forceful, unpredictable accidents as they tragically disfigure futures.
We hope for respite.
We wonder when it will end.
But we know.
Pushed over the edge.
Waves of emotions coursing.
Tears flow unlocking the deep hurts.
Loud yells projected to match the pain.
Feelings challenged. Resolutions sought. This torture ends now.
Distancing from the anger, the fear and the abysmal. Letting it go.
Choosing peace, choosing harmony, choosing growth.
Deep relaxation and openness stage a presence.
Self-soothed in this self-connection.
You smiling bastard
Hard hit to the heart
Foreign reality now
Weight of lies broke me
Gazillion hurt pieces
Difficult to breathe
Difficult to live
Struggling to survive in pain
Dark for a long time
are my lessons.
Sentience is my total existence.
There will be an end to enduring suffering.
A permanent respite from all that is wrong with the world.