PAIN (THE FIGHT AGAINST)

PAIN (THE FIGHT AGAINST)

Often we are haunted by ghosts of the past,

Reminded of agonizing pain that seems to always last,

It never ends,

It never mends,

We are constantly pierced with a brutal agony,

Whether physical or mental, seldom do we receive sympathy,

For most of us hide in shame,

Reclusive we become, fearing our demon’s name,

We bury ourselves alive,

In a world in which we merely survive,

If I could be just one’s savior I’d take on their pain,

For I’ve suffered my share and still do again,

But to relieve just one,

Would mean my work here would be done,

My heart would no longer break into,

For finally their suffering would be through.

I’d have meaning in a life confused,

But love is an emotion I’ve never abused,

And I truly love those who stand beside me,

Without agenda, no ulterior motives just the simple fact I am who I be,

Few have stood by to hold my head up through every ounce of pain I’ve faced,

And for those few never could their love and support be replaced,

But I write this not just about me,

I write these words for those who have found themselves in familiar territory,

We are not alone tonight,

There are so many others battling in their own fight.

-brad