Pain is something deep. It is rooted within the heart, mind and soul, and it consumes you until you are forced to figure a way to cope or until you are forced to end it right there. It is hard and uncaring of your well-being and it destroys you slowly.
It is unexpected and unabashed. It sneaks up on you or it is suddenly there. Without pain, you are unable to remain human.
It hurts to think of the things that cause you pain. Your heart clutches and you get an unfriendly feeling in your gut. Your eyes become unfocused and your mind begins to cloud itself with hardly decipherable thoughts as your soul starts to fill with darkness. It is consuming and damning.
But one thing about pain, is that no matter how much it hurts, it is reliable. You can trust what you feel in that clench of your heart of blackness of your soul. You know it is there, and you know it is real. It becomes a reason for you to grasp it hang on, keeping something true in your life. It makes you human.
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From Within the Heart
PoetryThere are no words that can really and truely describe a collection of poetry. This collection features works written solely from the heart, nothing pre-planned or carefully written out. Poetry is often used to express passions that the heart calls...
