Just like grief,
pain is an emotion
one cannot truly explain.
Only the person carrying it
knows how it feels.
It settles
deep within the heart.
Sometimes,
it breaks you.
Only you know
how deeply it hurts.
And you have every right
to take your time
to process it.
It may take time
before it leaves...
But before it departs,
it makes sure
you learn the lessons
it came to teach.
Pain is both
good and bad.
Good,
because it pushes you
to become a better version of yourself,
and teaches you not to repeat
the same mistakes.
Bad,
because you feel
its claws deep within you,
tearing at the places
you thought
had already healed.
But hey...
you are
beautifully broken by pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem