bobdubbloon

The Pulse of Pain

00:01:00 06 Jan, 2025

We don’t like to be hurt by those we hold dear, Their words or their silence, their closeness, their fear. We seek to escape it, this ache in our chest, But what is this feeling, this unbidden guest? It pulses in waves, like the rhythm of breath, A dance between life and the shadow of death. Awareness eludes us, we rise, then we fall, In the in-between balance, we answer the call. The bruises are lessons, though painful to learn, Each scar is a lantern, each wound helps discern That suffering whispers a truth we must see— To love without chains is to set ourselves free. Do not explain pain; let its story unfold, Its power diminishes when too tightly told. Describe it, not tame it; let it burn through, And rise from its ashes, made brighter, made new. For in hurt is redemption, in suffering, grace, A mirror reflecting a tenderer space. To feel is to grow, to grow is to be, And in every heartbeat, there’s eternity.