- Erotic Poetry
- Pain, Purity, Strength and Life
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I welcome the little pains
that life inflicts upon me,
ripping me away from childish dreams
and making me stronger,
The tears that life
bring help me to find purity.
Pain is purity.
I have realized that only through pain
can I truly experience life
for what it is, not just for me.
Each day I grow stronger,
escaping hopeless dreams.
Life, some say, is made of dreams;
that one must find God to find purity —
to become stronger.
But I say it is the pain,
breaking like waves upon me,
that makes up life.
What is life?
Is it not a dream?
Something within me
seeks purity
something that needs pain
to make me stronger.
Never seeming aware of the strength
that I will find within my life,
only the pain,
drowned in hopeless dreams
of regaining childhood purity,
all lost to me.
Is it only me
who is not strong
enough to obtain the purity
available only through life —
not dreams?
Only me needing to feel the pain?
For me to experience life
I must learn to be stronger, sacrificing dreams
for the purity found only through pain.
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