For When In Sorrow, I Feel The Most! Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

For when in sorrow, I feel the most!
When life I bleed through all my wounds;
Endurable and gentle my pain's cost:
Light and Wisdom are healed wounds.

For when in joy, I am at rest in passive state,
And its duration doesn't please the Self;
The fear that comes with it, I almost hate;
But when in pain, I need no help;

Thus in time, it became my company:
I'm challenged, and I explore my being true:
Melancholic, sad, and sweet—no agony!
And I enjoy, myself to purge in blue.

Vital is the pain to resurrect my Soul,
In new dimensions to transcend;
Divinely touched its very core:
Its universal nature to ascend!