Pain

Pain is a way to remember
that you’re still alive
embrace the pain as proof of your soul
as a guide and a help to your strive

Whenever I fell the pain of a loss
the inside is turned into cold
it still is a proof of a love
I just cannot anymore hold.

The pain of your heart in raw fear
the knowledge of approaching redemption
the doom of the death just around
is like a wake from falser perception

The soul of the moral is strange in its way
as one could really expect it to be
the memory of joy is just fading
the memory of pain stays with me.

The pain can be soft as a feather and light
a sting of a small discontent
a feeling of hurt very small in your heart
not really enough to raising a hand.

But it can also be as hard as a lightning
crushing your soul in its hold
this feeling to fall to your knees
and hate is burning fiercely and cold

They say that pain is sometimes pleasure
as love and hate are closer mates
to hold the balance is the secret
where one will leave the other waits

That love is pain sometimes, we all just know
that pleasure should comprise the pain
some people think of this as ‘must’
as growing corn comprises rain.

So what is it, some see in pain?
I fear it not, as part of being me
but seek it not, it finds me anyway
as long as love is what I see.