The thing about pain

The thing about pain short poem

An unwelcome feeling
Something I’d rather refrain from
It’s not what happened after
But what happened during the storm

Making you weak
It will seep right through
Taking a sharp knife
Stabbing it into you.

You will wanna run
As far as you can
But it will find you
No matter how fast you ran

But why run
Embrace it as your own
Walk over the barren land
Where once seeds where sown

Smile through it
It cleanses you like rain
It hurts to change baby
That’s the thing about pain

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