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