The you that pain built

Brick by brick a pain builds,

nurtured by tears

nourished by the hurt.

A pain so sweet,

a precious treasure.

Fragrant like yesterday,

hopeful as tomorrow.

Pain nevertheless.

Sometimes just a whispering wind

or as gentle as a pinprick.

Often as thunderous as hailing stars

or an aching smile.

Sometimes like the grey in your hair,

or a bosom friend in despair.

Often like sand in your fist

seeping through the gaps.

Sometimes a relief

or unlearnt faith and belief.

In a small tiny prayer,

when you’re hurt and have some pain to spare,

thank your stars that you hurt,

You cried,

You rose.

Pain has built YOU,

brick by brick,

tear by tear.

As you stand on your grave,

never forget what you’ve buried.

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Life is painful. Some people break apart and some people stand stronger. What kind are you? Will you bury the pain or let it bury you? Of course, never forget what you've buried.