The Pain

Can you remember the pain?

Its’ roots go so deep,

I could have penned it all down, but instead

it ended up all in one big heap.

The pain spirals around my lungs,

wrapping itself around my ribcage,

it hurts to breathe deeply,

Yet it’s hard to turn the page.

This endless abyss is haunting,

It feels like a part of who I am.

I don’t know my purpose anymore

Or if I’m even worth a damn.

When the agony sets in,

And the ink has already dried,

I wonder, has the pain been embedded,

If I feel nothing inside?

I refuse to let it take me hostage,

And I refuse to let it win.

I know I need to release my suffering,

But it’s hard to tell where the black ends and I begin.

Constantly feeling lost but,

I am scared to be found.

The pain threatens to shatter me

And it’s been getting rougher to hold my ground.

Maybe it’s time to close the book permanently,

and start anew,

After all, you’re never in this alone,

and quite possibly, your pain can help someone else, too.