Pain
Physical, or emotional in some way, it’s there,
always wanting to get rid of it, but where?
Running away from it doesn’t help,
it just makes us feel better within ones self.
And when one makes their pain everybody else’s pain,
they’re wasting they're life in vain.
Either we share it with someone or we keep it for ourselves,
wallowing in our sorrow, seeking any form of help.
When it involves love, the answers lie within,
making choices for ourselves instead, would be nothing but sin.
It makes us who we are, and we must accept it.
Copyright © Jon B. Rangel | Year Posted 2006
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