Pain
Pain is what I feel, pain is the water
Being released from my eyes as I write
Pain, pain is my mother’s motivation to keep believing
I can change which I’m doin’
Pain, pain is the wrongful stir in my soul
That changes rethinking
Pain, pain is my anger
To be more, to be stronger, to be smarter
Pain, pain, is blood sweat tears, love, lust, envy
Pain, pain, is what must come to grow, to learn, to build
Pain, pain is all I’ve been feeling since
That day
(As I rise so will the pain)
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Repetition is very powerful and it shows here. Every time you say “pain” it really grabs my attention and it also strengthens the word. It gives it more meaning. You are showing you can change right here. You clearly have the initiative to do it as well. Nothing can possibly describe the pain you have gone through and that you are going through but this poem gives us a small glimpse into what you feel, enough to empathize with and begin to understand your pain. Thank you for sharing this work with us, and keep up the great writing.