Pain

What is pain? You ask

I don’t know, I’ve felt plenty of them,

So much that it’s no more a pain

Rather a ritual, to lose every battle,

Only for my tears to blur the fading sight

And a win is what my heart desires to claim.

The hollow echo of all that I lost,

The price of love, no matter the cost.

Little did they know, all pinched my heart,

But the one that dug a hole

Was when your words clutched my throat.

Always the misfortunes, never the guilt,

Comprehension is even harder,

As for you, my warmth is a disguised filth.

Perhaps when faith twists in my favor,

I shall reminisce,

The details of my scars, the birth of fragile

Wisdom of grief and the fortune of peace,

For in the soul of brave

Resides a damaged garden of wilted dreams,

Shaken flakes with a healed piece

Nevertheless…

There lies a vulnerability, I’d never miss.

-sabwrites

sabwrites