Pain Chain Poem by Sebastian Soberania

what they handed to way
was a part of their chains of pain
cut off
but linked again to what has been
handed to you
despite your protestations
they will not die
unless you accept them
thus birth, rebirths
deaths,
you cannot recall how many
how often
when you arrive here
there is this blank slate where

you shall write once again
chains and chains of thoughts
every single grief
is there
every pathos of abuse
every chunk of disappointment
is placed on that white porcelain plate

it is good
once in a while you reenact the lives of the past
as the present watches
learning every now and then
and reshaping the sculpture of the
future

every chain of suffering
reconnects to you and you who understands fully all these
willingly shall accept
now without a passive resignation
but with
an anticipation always of hope

another year, this journey will be over
but you do not like it
this time frame of fading
rebels
your senses

they say you are perished from the face of every wall
a line cut-off from a source
there is no coming back anymore