Pain

Pain. More specifically, emotional pain. Sadness, grief, tears. Mental scars and meta-physical torment. Heavy melancholy: Broken hearts.

Only time can heal invisible wounds. Friends lighten the load, family shares the grief and the mind, the penicillin of the heart. The pains of the soul have no medicine. No medicine 'cept for faith.

Silent nights spent under the lights of the moon and stars; Lying upon the soft carpet of dew and grass recalling troubles long past.

Hours counting to the irrevocable conclusions, contemplating and recalling. Forever reminding of what's lost and gone. Regret.

There is truly no pain greater than the pain of the heart. That is what a man caught in his saddest of days would agree to. But of course, the pain is merely a reflection of the weakness of a man's strength of will. Or perhaps, a measure of the strength of a man's will instead. Who knows.

The power of the heart is a very strange one. It is capable of bringing with it as much pain as it is capable of harnessing great joy.

Perhaps there-in lies the answer to countering the suffering of the heart. Only in finding joy can the broken heart be mended. Sad to say, there is no joy that will not fade away and no pain will remain out of sight for all time.

All that's left to do is to weather the storms and seek to find the light at the end of the tunnel.

Face the pain that you feel. There is no use in shying away from it. It will always be there with you.

"Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters." - Jim Morrison