Tiffeny Thorpe Poet Didactic

My Pain

When you think about the pain that has been stored up from past or previous 
tribulations, you don't know how to let this pain go.   You never stop to think about 
the damage that your doing to yourselves.  The cry that you should have been let 
out to express how you felt, the hurt that cause you to say I will not allow anyone 
to know just how much this thing has hurt me.  

So we go through and allow this pain to suck up all of our strength, peace, and 
joy not knowing that it's killing our very being.  I look deep down inside and feel 
that pain and try to come to a conclusion on how to stop this pain.  I try everything 
that I think will ease this pain, to stop these thoughts from running through my 
brain.  "I can't take it anymore" is the question that I bare in my heart.  I know 
there's an answer to this problem but how, who, where can I turn to stop this 
pain.  

What must I do! I shout, then I fall on my knees, and begin to speak to the 
master, help me! I need you in my life! please restore the joy that I once had!   
help me to do your will and not mines!  After being on my knees for an hour or so 
I begin to get up and feel a lightness about myself, I turn to the mirror to see just 
what is happening to me, I don't see that hurt that use to live in me.  Then I knew 
that something wonderful had just happen to me. I felt his presence come upon 
me to let me know just how much he loves me.  I begin to spread his goodness 
because I know it was his saving grace to have taken all the hurt and pain away.

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