Choose your pain

A poem about growing up

Choose your pain in the womb.

Carried by the past’s grand play,

Drama unknown till further delay.

Choose your pain in the branches and shrubs.

Kissing your skin gently with scars,

Preparing the imprints left by the stars.

Choose your pain in the lust and attention.

What do I do when no one’s around?

How can I breath with her in the ground?

Choose your pain in the jury of life.

The most important pains of them all,

Judging the dark horse to a tumbling fall.

Conquer your pain in the tomb.

Vulnerability and peace dance to a natural tune,

For the pains’ ensemble never escapes the cocoon.


Sean Parshad

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