Pain

It is not just an emotion that demands to be felt,Or a sensation that condemns you to a life in hell. It is not an intruder , it was there from the start. It became who you are. It helped you to grow.It only stays because you refuse to let it go. It is sharp and direct, this may be why you thinkIt has you in a chokehold. Feel it. Embrace it, and forgive the pain. My book of sorrows, My book of pain, My journey to redemption, From what was lost, to what I gained. My wings were broken, plucked, and then dried, This accidentally purposeful trauma is what made me fly. Thank God that naivety was squeezed out of me, I am braver now, yet kind. Strong-willed, yet free. The sadistic pleasure you got from watching me cry, Is nothing compared to the pain you will experience when you die. Do not look shocked because you hear me speak now, the haunted shadow you cast on me is gone.Because when faced with the strong, the wicked must bow.