Oh, Honey

I know the struggle
for peace of mind
Yet it doesn't get easier
How do we live
with ourselves
I ask myself
all the time
We do
for the most part
Peace and joy
and happiness
still live
still exist
even when we
have to dig deeper
to find them in
this life
How much pain
will you suffer
How many tears
will you shed
I cannot say
It hasn't been enough
There will be more
Always more
This life will never lack
for these
I will be there
suffering with you
We all must suffer
We must take our pain
and create a way
towards the light
This is the task
we must see through
but we are never alone

Quote Me

Pain is a crucible through which 
all must pass. 

The sound of a crying child is 
proof of order in the universe.

Everything changes.
Everything must change. 

I am not searching 
For cheap relief
Give me the real thing

An iron heart must learn to forgive

On Tears

Tears are natural
Perhaps the most natural of things
To be produced by us
In the course of our lives

Tears shed by a wounded body
Or heart or perhaps
A dawn too beautiful
To be believed

The tears shed by a child
Before learning to speak
Are the most pure of all tears
In the known world

I am trying to remember the last
Time I cried big pouring
Tears from my eyes down to
My chin and onto the ground

Salted tears cannot help be
That way My niece was crying
And her tears were flowing and
Her face was as red as her cries

The anguish of pain
We do anything to relieve it
Within ourselves and those
Closest to us

Tears are not flowing from me now
They will given enough time
I will have no choice other than
To let them fall

The Guest

The passage of time mutes the pain you carry

but you carry it nonetheless. 

It weighs no more than a breath

upon your skin,

if that.

You wake up in the morning and hurry along

to work, to deadlines, to bodily needs,

to lovers, and social commitments,

just like a good person.

At night you fall asleep alone or with a spotter.

When your eyes have closed and your 

breath steadies like a stream-

it is there.

It doesn't want you to forget.

It needs you to remember as long as you can.

It can't live without you, it needs a safe place to stay,

buried within, waiting for a time to say hello.

You don't need the things that hurt you.

You don't need bad memories to burden your heart.

Learn.

Grow.

Pain will come to you, life assures that.

Don't forget to revel in joy when it comes. 

Learn.

Grow.

Love those around to be loved.

blossom

blooming flower of discomfort

fiery red petals spreading within

unseen visitor 

Two Different Types of Pain

I.

hide your eyes beneathe their lids

when memory rears its face again

and the burden of light is too much

bear. 

II.

there is nothing particularly 

wonderful about pain except

for its ability to remind us 

that we are in fact alive and

living.