Your pain isn’t beautiful.
It’s a cankerous sore that
demands to be felt
that opens old wounds
and litters new dreams
until your only focus becomes
the suffocating pain
that consumes your being.
Your pain is toxic.
Your pain is a deadly cancer
and romanticizing your sadness
will never make it go
away.
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I will romanticize my sadness when I choose. I cannot separate my pain from myself–some of it is inextricably entwined with important parts of my identity. When I romanticize myself, and perceive myself as beautiful, my pain comes with that. My pain is a part of that.
That’s just what I’ve personally learned through trials and tribulations.
Ah. I didn’t realize you were speaking on your personal experience. In that case, I think this is just a “different strokes for different folks”-type thing. Sorry about the
misunderstanding.
It’s okay!
I can only say, BRILLIANT!
Thank you!
Part of me wants to rebel against this piece… to say that your pain *is* beautiful: it’s one of the shards that, when pieced together, composes a *complete* whole – and you cannot be whole without it. (And, because the whole is beautiful… its pieces are too.)
But…
Your pain does demand to be felt; it does consume. It IS toxic. And romanticizing it does *not* make it go away… but rather makes it stronger, demand more insistently to be felt. And so (perhaps because it is so blinding), your pain is not beautiful.
But this piece certainly is. And provocative 🙂
I really like your take on this poem. At first read I had the thought that only by cherishing my memories, both positive and negative, am I able to enjoy the things that I remember. It’s been a philosophy of mine for a few years now and has helped me cope with some of the more destructive ones by forcing me to remind myself that those destructive moments made me the person I am today. They made me much more compassionate and empathetic and of course less nieve.
Your analysis helped me to read the poem as something separate from that. Thanks 🙂
This is why I get tattoos. 😉
Me too!
Happy New Year…..Thanks for all the likes.
Happy new year!
Very simple, yet very true, and I guess we all carry pain and sadness like an invisible satchel upon our backs, where we put these things. We carry them around and, in the quiet lonely times, we visit them to remind ourselves of who we are. Just my thoughts you understand.
Thanks!
Love this perspective. Pain is not beautiful. If you feel it, embrace it and move through it, what you find on the other side is beautiful. Thank you!
Thank you!
Pain isn’t beautiful, but beautiful things can be born of pain…
Very true
Very powerful!
Thanks!
Happy New Year! 🙂 I would say that romanticizing and and also dramatizing the sadness makes for an interesting combo. —CC
Happy new year!
I really loved this. Pain can exhaust whom we are before it if we don’t deal with it properly.
Thank you!
Hear, hear!
I love this. It is so true.
Thanks!
An excellent piece of writing. 😎
Thank you!
Excellent
Thanks!
♡
In my experience, remembered pain is in the past and led me partly to now. Its done now, so I can let it go. Which means nothing for the present. You make the future by your choices now. The trick I learned is making them without pain from the past clouding the view. Pain is caused by desire and desire is caused by thinking. I stopped thinking, mostly, now I feel and write poetry about the now.
I have to say that I’ve read a lot about pain and written about it too. This was amazing. Great job
Thank you!
I agree that pain is something to be overcome through the strength found within each of us. It’s not good to dwell on constantly. I do believe that pain can cause a creator to create the best art of their lifetime – but I also think that breaking past it is essential, maybe even through the art that it inspires. I romanticize my pain a lot…and I wish I didn’t lol. Very standout post!
Thank you!