Peace is Pain

Every day when I was little, I woke up with a smile,

Saw everyone as my friend, to whom I could talk for a while,

My world was sunshine and rainbows, happy and nonvolatile.

I didn’t know of pain, of hatred, of shame,

I always saw sunshine and had never met rain.

Until that fated day, which weighs heavily on my chest,

The day my beloved teacher decided her life was to be put to rest,

That’s when I realized, the world’s people aren’t always so blest.

I stepped back, I questioned, “Where are you God?”

Jesus, the world’s savior, was seemingly gone.

When I was a child, I swore Jesus walked with me,

Whenever I would fall, I believed he knelt and kissed my knee,

But now as I suffered, he was gone, when I needed most to talk with thee.

I grew from the pain, older now, I learned of life’s game,

How Jesus knew one could not appreciate the sunshine if they never felt the rain.

So when I was a child, it turns out, I knew nothing of peace,

I believed I did, but peace is found in pain’s release,

So I could only know peace once I got over my loved one, now deceased.