Pain fills this universal
In pain we find that we are not invincible
The strongest are always in pain
They just never complain
Or let others in on their pain
To be in pain is considered weakness
Something never to be shown
We carry our demons all alone
That is a burden we choose to bare
Not something we want to share
The world is pain and that has made us cynical
Negativity fills and occupies or minds
We push through those dangerous thoughts
I can’t give into those nightmares
It’s the pain that has made us who we are.
The pain has become a part of us.
It is us, without the pain we wouldn’t be the same person
Sometimes we yearn for physical pain
To remind us that other pain exists.
I survived my pain
I can’t say the same for some of my brothers.
Day #56 SJD
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