Someone told me one fine day about pain

lets you know you’re alive, can be again.

I wondered about that some years ago

everything I knew and didn’t know.

I wanted to be alone on my own

yet so much could I feel if I had known.

There were days of a steady disbelief.

I couldn’t know anything else but grief.

It’s easy to imagine no way out,

didn’t feel good left me wandering about.

I would crawl inside a symbolic hole

wondering if I might ever feel whole.

Whisper to me everything you know

helps me get past you, will help me to grow.