We Can Rise Above the Strain

Pain is a cruel and vicious thing That grips us tightly in its sting It gnaws at us both day and night And makes us tremble with its might It starts with a twinge or a throb And quickly turns into a sob It grabs hold of our very soul And never seems to let us go It comes in waves that crash and break And leaves us feeling oh so fake It robs us of our joy and peace And turns our happiness to grief It can be physical or mental And make us feel so incidental It eats away at our resolve And makes us feel so weak and small But even in the midst of pain We can rise above the strain We can find the strength to carry on And let our spirit be reborn For pain may be a bitter foe But it can also help us grow It teaches us to persevere And conquer every doubt and fear So let us face our pain with grace And learn to run a stronger race For in the end we will prevail And our pain will turn to a triumphant tale. Pain, oh how it grips us tight A constant, unwelcome visitor at night A feeling that consumes, that drains Leaving us with little strength to sustain It comes in many forms, this pain Physical, emotional, all the same Aching, throbbing, stabbing, burning Tearing us apart, leaving us yearning For relief, for a respite from the ache For a moment's peace, a chance to take A breath, to gather strength anew To face another day, to make it through And though it hurts, we know it's real That pain is something we can feel A reminder of our humanity A testament to our fragility So we bear it as best we can With gritted teeth, and steady hand We soldier on, through every trial Through pain and sorrow, all the while Knowing that someday it will end That we will find a way to mend And in that moment, we will see That pain was just a part of our journey. We Can Rise Above the Strain