An Indescribable Type of Gorgeous

A Little Child Called Pain

It's okay that they don't give you glances

Or sparks of energy and romances

Even when that memory is stained

In the back of your mind

In the emptiness of your palms.

It's alright if that pain sinks in and sleeps

In the chambers of your heart

Because pain needs condolence.

Pain needs empathy.

Too often, we hate pain. Pain is bad.

Pain needs nurturing and love to heal.

Pain is emotion.

Pain is a silent little baby sleeping

Needing coddlings

Sensitivities quivering with life.

Emotions change as quick as a baby's peace turns to wails.

And would you

Hate a baby

For feeling

Sad?

Then don't hate yourself either.