White Pain Poem by Pia Andersson
White Pain
White pain
questioned me,
never my actions.
Allowed laughter,
but never joy.
Ate me up from within.
Leaving nothing,
not even my selfpity
to protect me.
White pain
reduced me,
robbed me,
of what was once mine.
Leaving me
with blank fingertips.
I realize,
that the road
I will take,
will change.
The map
will not be found
this time.
God,
let your love
shine through me.
Give me peace.
Lead me back
to myself again.
Let me be Yours
and let me be me.
Absolutle an amazing write about pain, and the love you have for God! Awesome poem, I give you a 10 for this. Always, Linda
Your every word sparkles your love for God. That shows your divine heart and loving nature.
The poem poses a problem and ends with a solution! Very nice poem :)
The expression white pain itself is very original. laughter without joy, blank fingertips. your conviction that it will change, and final prayer to God. it is very nice dear pia. God bless you.
a wonderful expression of the pain of self doubt and guilt well written tony
You are so right..... The pain that leaves you numb.... Without hope.... When nothing can possibly be the same again. Yes, that pain is white.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/4/2025 10:44:02 PM # 1.0.0
Great poem, very powerful. I liked especially these words: '.........not even my selfpity to protect me.'