Pain is quite anonymous to you unless you burst out crying and ask God to stop the anguish;
until you wipe your own tears,
murmuring the words you cannot share,
& console yourself just to get back on track.
The strange feeling of that very thin edge,
hoping that it might ease the pain;
tinged with ache and sorrow,
yet fulfilling to see the drop of cherry.
You aren’t well or feeling blue either,
but you found yourself in the dim corner,
begging to be fine & free
just to feel the antonym of suffering.
