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.