Pain

Pain

Living without pain would be living without change.

Without change our world would be lost.

Pain is the impetus behind growth; metamorphosis.

Being human I make mistakes, when it is extensive

I feel the relinquishing of my mind’s hesitant arms

Releasing me into fire.  We play with the fire of mystery,

Only to get burned.  The burn becomes angry

With its pink flesh flaring, but the burn later yields

And forgives the fire by constructing a callous of

Skin; a lesson learned.

Us humans see that pain is nothing more but

Agonizing torture, in reality pain it is what rocked

Me from my cradle of ignorance and showed me

The floor of truth.