Questions Of Pain Poem by June Solorzano

How does one deal with pain
And still be sane
Or deal with sharp thoughts -
Sharp enough to draw blood.
Dripping blood, like dripping rain
Cuts sharper than the felt pain
Pain from pretending to be who I am not
Pain from all the love and loves I have lost
Pain from believing in a seemingly nonexistent cross.
The hum of silence that smashes into my brittle bones
Also shatters my mind and heart thats been treated with scorn
How does one live and yet is constantly surrounded by Death
How does one drown but still take breaths?
Not even the brightest light can chase the shadows
That have followed me my whole life.
The answers to these questions of pain I do not know
But you cannot reap what you don't sow
Why must I feel this way -
Or feel at all
Why can't I numb this pain
That causes me to fall
Non omnis moriar
'I shall not wholly die'
Nor shall I wholly live.