An Ode to Pain

O pain; hurt, discomfort, my

friend,

You strike like the blast of Arctic

cold

Leaving trails of misery wherever you go,

 

I welcome, you, my friend so

dear,

For you have taught me there is nothing to worry,

I look in your eyes without fear,

but,

To see the roots of my oaken tree flourish

 

Each encounter with you is a breath of fresh air, a

sunny day,

A chance to grow

 

O how you have taught me so much,

And nourished my broken branches,

With tears turned to gold

 

The roots, I posses, are strong,

like feet, they will hold me up,

Making a strong foundation for the years

to come,

 

O pain, O pain, for you are the world’s

secret,

The mysterious feeling that most cannot bear,

 

You come, and strike,

You leave us when you decide,

but,

It is I that will use you to my benefit

 

For you, i owe it all to,

My life,

My love,

 

My gratitude

 

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