The Power of Pain
Once there was a feather
Then a woman on a stage
Life was worth the living
And expressed upon the page
Then love came to my door
And swept me off my feet
I flew with the angels
And laughed in heavenly streets
And now I am earth bound
With wings clipped then shorn
Stars glimmer above me
While I wander streets forlorn
Am I a writer of love letters
Or a poet dark and insane?
Maybe I am neither of these
Just a woman living with pain
For pain is often hidden
Behind emotional doors.
Open one and then the other;
Watch it crawl upon the floor.
As I stand above it,
I stomp on it in vain
For all I am doing
Is spreading out the pain.
So I will write of its power
And I will write of its worth
For I know that there's a Heaven
And one day I'll leave this earth.
There I will be united
With loved ones gone before
I will see the Heavenly Father
And live with pain no more.
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Pain has its purpose. We must go through it to find out who we are without it. No matter what kind of pain whether physical, mental, or emotional, it is real and can only be measured by the one who is suffering.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-08-28 at 05:11
Tags Loss  Grief  Heaven 
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