It ripped inside, slashing like a frenzied animal.
Thoughts in pieces, history in tatters.
Reborn now into a new day, into a new lonely state.
Half breathing, barely beating a heartbeat that struggled with each step.
Yet alive.
Pain. It hurt still.
Pulsing and throbbing in his soul.
Licking the walls of his existence like a monster greedy for the dark.
How long must I wander here in isolation.
Blaming fate for my circumstance.
For the clouds I am under.
Yet there was a light.
It grew from his spinal cord, sparking where it snapped.
Growing back something else.
The hope he’d swallowed had bathed it.
In god’s hands he’d craved it, once before.
Lessons learned scratched now across his eyes.
The tears of acceptance washed them clean.
Pain, it seems, was his teacher.
To choose a different way, a different road.
Perhaps less travelled.
Inside his hope chest the latch flipped open.
And flowed a feeling, one of many, which dazzled his eyes like stars.

Beautiful! Quite some days ago I wrote an article on “what if I never feel pain again?” Which totally agrees with your poetry! Loved it ❤
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Thank you, (Reading your article!) Pain is usually a warning that something is wrong, it’s good to learn and let go i find. Glad you liked this.
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Yeah life is all about learning!! We learn everyday and is rewarded with happiness 😊
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Hopefully we won’t have to repeat any lessons!
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Yeah!! Hopefully!!
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Still hurting yet hoping…
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Two wolves fighting, one light and one darkness. Which one wins?….
The one you feed. Always choose hope 🙂
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