The sweet pain that lingers behind
long after the fight has ended
Dark, cold nights still haunt from within
As cherry blossoms welcome spring
I welcome pain like an old friend,
we’re soldiers of that battlefield –
reborn from our scars of victory,
wounds of bloodshed that wouldn’t heal
I’ve given refuge all these years
And so it remains, comes and goes
My soul, it keeps chasing the light
But shadows whisper of the night
Leaping flames of shadowy greys,
They beckon to my unlit soul
My mind is now grey-tinted, with
Sweet pain to engulf the darkness
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this plays so well with the idea that pain and joy are equally enticing, a theme i find endlessly fascinating. lovely cadence throughout.
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I agree with the idea… Thank you so much, Kelly! 🙂
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maybe sometimes we’ve lived with a certain pain for so long that it almost feels like a friend… i do hope so that there’s a way to find new freedom again
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Maybe so… I’m sure there’s a way to find freedom , but I believe pain will still feel like an old friend, because it has become familiar…Thanks for commenting, Claudia! 🙂
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sometimes we embrace the pain thinking it’s the only alternative to the desolation of emptiness.
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Maybe that’s so.. or maybe it becomes a way of life, hand in hand with pain! Thanks for commenting!
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“I welcome pain like an old friend,
we’re soldiers of that battlefield –
reborn from our scars of victory,
wounds of bloodshed that wouldn’t heal”
Such a great piece, goes so much deeper than I can imagine. Very very powerful.
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Thank you so very much, Abhra…
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I think pain and joy walk hand in hand. I don’t welcome pain for any reason other than the joy that stands beside it. Well written
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Thank you Beth! 🙂
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