There is one kind of pain that we chose to never let go of. It is a pain that grabs you by the heart and infuses a bittersweet venom into its vessels. It never lets you go…
Where do I go with this pain?
Do I take it in…Do I pull it out?
It is a pain that breaks you, heals you, a pain that shapes you and creates a new essence of you. It makes you who you are today.
A pain of tragedy, of soft agony, of malaise. A pain of missing home.
A Pain of a fractured little soul.
A pain of melancholy – a pain of comfort and somehow a comfort in pain.
A pain of anguish, of frustration, a pain of anger mixed with consoling grief.
A pain that is immortal, that flows in smoothly, that fills the void – an analgesic, paradoxically.
A pain of stuckness, a pain of change, a pain of moving on.
A pain of absence – and the presence of that absence is Everywhere!
A pain of permanence.
A shaded pain of countless colors.
A pain of love.
Of no separation.
You lose yourself in this kind of pain – You find yourself there too.
Grief never ends – It changes – It’s a passage, not a place to stay. It turns a pain of tragedy, of agony, of melancholy, into a pain of comfort, of love, of overwhelming peace.
“It Is The Price of Love”