Power of pain

Power of pain short poem

My head was down
the view so foggy
knees on ground
body, strength and courage all torn
and I, totally worn.
Still there was something
that wanted to look at my heart,
I blinked to clear my eyes
and this is what I saw,
bleeding it was, full of scars,
almost torn apart,
yet beating with all its heart,
filling my eyes with tears of hope
lifting my spirit,
giving me the strength to stitch it back,
stand up alone and fight

Writer’s note:- It is the power of our own pain that can resurrect our soul. Life itself is the biggest reason to fight and live for.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Profile photo of Felix


Signup / Login to follow the poet.
Touching hearts spreading love, caring and helping to restore the faith in love and humanity is important to me. Life is to live love and care in the end am just a soul on my journey and i want this journey to turn out to be the most beautiful of my eternal life.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

5 Comments on "Power of pain"

Notify of
Sort by:   newest | oldest
Editorial Board

@Felix your poem is an ode to the indomitable spirit that lies within each human heart and it is the Power of pain which helps us to reach within and find it..Inspirational piece of writing , such a pleasure to read.

Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Skillfully woven wordings. Good poem. The will to survive is inherent in every living being.



Pain english poems

I’m alone in my room Wondering where I went wrong Mind is cloudy My thoughts are uncontrollable But who can you call When the depression hits And the pink pills cant drown your sorrows away No One I’m alone in

Until Pain

Until Pain short poem

Like a snowfox it stampedes. A mass panic of legs after the flame festival. Language moves like a landslide, without vocabulary. A love sperm will not go into the test tube. Baby was waiting, looking for mother. The wetland was

A Pain Within Pain

A Pain Within Pain short poem

A golden bullet will bite the adolescence for the sake of prudence. Inebriated everybody wanted to go in a state of bliss. It was a targeted killing of a dream. Redolent of a prophet who will not answer the call

My Pain

My Pain long poem

Like a double edged knife That cuts deep and rife Like a cold winter breeze That makes everything freeze Like the sting of a bee Excruciating it would be Like a hot summer heat Unbearable it could be Like an

Beauty Of Pain

Beauty Of Pain short poem

Behind your face was cleaver releasing past poem. The sensual milk flows from the palm into your lake. Grieving for the torn wings of pink light. Cruising on thighs with eyes closed death utters a shriek. The eternal flame closes