Living without pain would be living without change.
Without change our world would be lost.
Pain is the impetus behind growth; metamorphosis.
Being human I make mistakes, when it is extensive
I feel the relinquishing of my mind’s hesitant arms
Releasing me into fire. We play with the fire of mystery,
Only to get burned. The burn becomes angry
With its pink flesh flaring, but the burn later yields
And forgives the fire by constructing a callous of
Skin; a lesson learned.
Us humans see that pain is nothing more but
Agonizing torture, in reality pain it is what rocked
Me from my cradle of ignorance and showed me
The floor of truth.