To the pain of others,
Many, suffering and sorry.
I stand there, consoling.
Seemingly oblivious but knowing,
Of true pain,
My own, boiling from beneath.
All seeking help, kindness and consoling.
I stand here.
All unaware, of the pain I’ve felt.
Pretending, ‘what pain?’.
Knowing full well,
A demon’s grimace of pain,
A well-known sight.
A person’s face, showing such pain,
Of my well-familiarity.
Strength to put aside the pain.
To part the demons,
Move from my path all obstacles.
Move from my path all plight.
To shape what I want.
To brighten whereever I can.
A witness to the pain.
Pain so real.
Real to feel.
A depth, to rip open from the inside.
A cure, keeping hold.
Keeping hold of the light.
Light to shine my path.
Determination to brighten the life I lead.
To move along my path,
Determination, resolve and kindness to be my guide.
Witness to the pain.
Had a good Christmas, a really good one. Realised after it, all the celebrations, so many people shared their pain, hardships, all in the family and friends, something that I’ve seen a lot (more from friends than family). And no matter if some may ridicule and insult me I have gone through great pain too, stronger and level-headed from it. But pain nevertheless, so much so the language, feeling, sight and understanding of pain, easier to understand than life, easier to contend with than breathing.
Sad to witness such pain, I can relate to, understand and also feel just to hearing it. But I guess I help?
The pain, hurts, helps, goes away and lingers all at the same time.
When writing this I haven’t published works in a while and wasn’t planning until I get better, expected it to be later but this poem spoke to me.
How far I’ve come,
How far I can go.
This, as many of my best poems, is dedicated to you who have helped me so much that you don’t know and I don’t understand, L.