Pain, I don’t mind it, hell I’ll take it where I can find it.
The wracking pain of a body broken, reminds me that I live yet, there are still words to write and be spoken.
The stabbing hurt of a shattered heart, reminds that I have the capacity to love still despite all my emotion being natty and tattered.
The dull throb of a lost soul seeking teaches in time all the world’s wisdom through tears slowly leaking.
The joyous pain of needle on skin, to write my loyalty in ink unfading. Pagan proud my faith never shaking.
Pain is a teacher as and yet unlike any other. Heed it well as a gift from the lady and mother.