I write some words
Full of suffering
Of a wounded heart
A broken soul
So moving and yet
blase
I am not this pain
that filters through
It is part of me
but it is not me
I am so much more
so much more than pain
I am love, and understanding
laughter and wonder
I find so much beauty around me
yet when I write
All I speak of is pain
This is not who I want to be
This pain does not own me
even if it is what I feel right now
pain is temporary
It will pass quickly
but my life will not
At least not as fast
I am full of love
even if it is marked
by suffering
I know I am not alone
These words
that I am writing
they are my pain
and are part of me
but they are not all
of me
Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 6:55 AM UTC
I write some words
Full of suffering
Of a wounded heart
A broken soul
So moving and yet
blase
I am not this pain
that filters through
It is part of me
but it is not me
I am so much more
so much more than pain
I am love, and understanding
laughter and wonder
I find so much beauty around me
yet when I write
All I speak of is pain
This is not who I want to be
This pain does not own me
even if it is what I feel right now
pain is temporary
It will pass quickly
but my life will not
At least not as fast
I am full of love
even if it is marked
by suffering
I know I am not alone
These words
that I am writing
they are my pain
and are part of me
but they are not all
of me
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