Poem: Lessons of Pain

Pain, the quiet teacher, harsh and true,
Whispers lessons in a language we knew.
Its touch is cruel, its voice is loud,
Yet within its grasp, we stand unbowed.

It strips away the masks we wear,
Exposes hearts once unaware.
Through every tear and shattered sigh,
We learn to spread our wings and fly.

It molds our strength from fragile clay,
In the darkest night, it shows the way.
For pain, though bitter, teaches grace,
And in its depth, we find our place.

It’s the fire that tempers the sword,
A silent prayer, a whispered word.
Through every wound, a soul will rise,
To see the world with open eyes.

So when pain knocks and asks to stay,
Don’t turn from it or push away.
For in its lessons, pure and deep,
We find the strength we’ll always keep.

Thank-you for reading.

Many blessings to all.

Much love and light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty