The Echo of Pain

The Echo of Pain

 Pain arrives, unbidden, fierce,

A jagged edge, a burning pierce.
It carves its name on flesh and soul,
A shadowed weight, a gaping hole.

It whispers low, it screams aloud,
A thunderstorm, a suffocating shroud.
It drags us deep, it pulls us wide,
An endless ocean, a churning tide.

Pain is the loss that time won’t mend,
The broken heart that cannot bend.
The empty chair, the silent phone,
The ache of facing life alone.

It blooms in bodies, minds, and hearts,
Tearing whole what once was parts.
Yet through its fire, a truth remains:
Growth is forged in the midst of pains.

For pain reveals what strength conceals,
A raw, unvarnished force that heals.
Its lesson harsh, its wisdom pure,
A journey hard, but one we endure.

From tears arise the seeds of grace,
From scars, the light we must embrace.
It shows us life, both dark and bright,
The beauty born from endless fight.

Though pain may linger, sharp and deep,
It softens with the love we keep.
For every wound, a healing grows,
And through the hurt, the spirit knows.

That in this trial, in this strife,
Pain is part of the dance of life.
A somber chord, a vital refrain,
The shadow that shapes, the echo of pain.