Painful Gift! Poem by Iris Ixora

When it comes
With the throbs
Tearing, pinching and pearcing
Like pins and needles
Into every vein of your body
You moan and groan
no one knows
The gruelling and excruciating feel
And yet
Pain is a gift!

One may not know
One may not want
But it's a grant
Pain is a gift!

Like sunshine and rain
flowers and butterflies
Rivers and mountains
Sand and seas
Like pain is a gift!

It's time for families, friends and neighbours
Far and near
To be together
Hand in hand
For love to reunite again
To wish pain will ease
Pain is a gift!

In bed,
On cloudy or sunshine days
With chirping birds
Or dogs barking, cats meowing
People chattering
But you are just with your pain
Embracing the gift
With tears and fears
Pain is a gift!

You travel with the pain
Through tunnels
Hoping for the light
You fly with the pain
Through dark clouds
Hoping for the silver line
Through the desert
Hoping for oasis
Like swimming in the rough seas
Hoping to get to land
And yet pain is a gift!

Live and love it
In the end you will find peace.

Hill View,
Asford Carbonel
Ludlow, UK
8 July 2019