Pain comes knocking at my door
She brings a cape, threads black and gold
"Come in my friend, fancy a drink?"
Pain steps inside to take a sip.
Cape looks familiar from up close
I see, I've worn this Cloak before
It covered me all, head to toe
Weight, itch and drag me to the floor.
But now it fits. How much I've grown!
I wear my pain with style and poice
I wear this shawl like aged vogue
And use it to connect, feel whole.
So stay the night my dear old friend
We'll howl a song and bear the rain
In time I've learned with growth and truth
Your wrap can weight as much as soothe.
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An afternoon of pain made me realize pain weighs the same but now I'm strong and can appreciate its tender benefits.