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!
Life, love and pain! I bleed through all my wounds. Thanks for sharing.
Every day I decided to read some od yours.You can write great poems.See to write on different themes.Imagine yourself another one and do write as being another one.That is the true mission of agreat poet.You can become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Vital is the pain to resurrect my Soul, In new dimensions to transcend; Divinely touched its very core, Its universal nature to ascend.....so touching and here is the essence of the poem. A beautiful poem shared.10