Poetic Pain
Scrutinized so many times, my passion has become pain
A slave to these feelings, and these thoughts inside my brain
How do we balance the fight between flesh and spirit
There is no balance!
The flesh consumes the body…
The spirit strives to heal it…
A passionate child, whose misplaced zeal has no outlet safe for expression.
So I pray the words of my father keep us safe from depression.
Often misunderstood, but those with ears to hear will understand;
How short this life is, gone like names written in the sand.
There is no growth without pain
No testimony without a test
No rainbow apart from rain
You must fail before success.
Look for the beauty in the pain
The silver lining in your sacrifice
Because pain is temporary
& after pain comes Eternal Life.
- 6Pound
