The Triumph of Pain
To do without the pains in life,
is for our minds to always be,
only mere flower buds.
And in due time must,
only be peeled open;
one petal at a time.
So let there be pain.
And let there be heartache.
As then our very minds shall
blossom and bloom.
And shall keep on
Blossoming and blooming.
So let’s go,
and blossom and bloom.
For then our minds shall,
rise and rise,
right up to the sky
whereby faith alone
our minds shall live on.
And in living on
pain shall be seen
more as a game,
to only blossom and bloom.
© Suzanna Scarlett Sladojevic 2017
Copyright © Suzanna Sladojevic | Year Posted 2017
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