Rowena Velasco Poet Free verse

Now, the Pain Speak

Silence digs into my bones.
Tears trace slow paths along my ribs.
Shadows press tight against my chest.
Somewhere inside, a stubborn pulse keeps moving.

Grief shapes its own voice…
rough, uneven, alive.
I listen. I answer.
It teaches me to move with pain as my companion.
without letting it break me.

My words falter,
raw and unfinished.
And still, they rise…
a quiet insistence that I am here,
that I am not gone.

Now, the pain speak.
I hold it. I breathe with it.
In hearing it,
I gather my own strength,
my heart holds firm,
my voice takes shape,
my whole self rises.

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sara Etgen-Baker September 21, 2025 at 5:30 PM what a profound and intensely deep poem you've written about using pain to 'transcend.' The whole poem resonated with me but I especially liked: Grief shapes its own voice… rough, uneven, alive. I listen. I answer. It teaches me to move with pain as my companion. without letting it break me. Rowena Velasco September 21, 2025 at 10:31 PM Thank you! I’m really glad that part spoke to you. It’s all about learning to move with pain without letting it take over, and I’m happy it came through.