The pain of others makes me strong
It drives me to my knees
It forces me to face my own
Limitations, doubts and fears
In retrospect I stand amazed
Of every time these eyes were glazed
In opaque cloudy haze
My pain violently siphoned
Sucked out an insatiable need
To survive its deceptive seduction
Pain is not to be despised
But catapult beyond one’s eyes
Dversepoets.com Ingrid presents us with a challenge.
“What I would like you to do for this challenge is a kind of therapeutic exercise. I do NOT want you to open any old wounds which are too painful to approach, or torment yourself by reliving painful moments. Let’s always keep in mind Wordsworth’s definition of poetry as ’emotion recollected in tranquillity.’ If you are able to, I want you to revisit a time in your life when you have felt pain (emotional or physical, acute or chronic) and come out on the other side stronger. As hard as it is to go through, we learn from our pain and grow as a result of it. So let’s examine the personal and artistic growth which can be achieved by finding the silver lining behind the cloud of suffering.”
I could have gone further with this. A future poem, I am sure.