The Spirit of Pain The spirit of pain .... a haunting, it remains, A pressure on the physical soul, A measure of being not quite whole, A sixth sense flowering bittersweet, Where nerve and memory softly meet. ............ ...... It lingers long past every cry, A whisper when the tears run dry, It hides in joints, in breath, in bone, A ghost that claims the heart its home. .... ........... . .. ....... No prayer can fully drive it out, No promise stills its quiet doubt. It shapes the will, it marks the flesh, It binds the old, renews the fresh. ......... Yet pain ... that spirit .... teaches, too, It carves the path that leads us through. For only those who’ve known its chain Can feel release, and rise again. The Spirit of Pain.
