Pain Is a Mother

The way a child learns is through an act of pain

In such a way the loss is minimum but theres so much to gain

They do say pain is after all one of the worlds best instructors

For if you touch the burning flame you'll learn it's best you not touch her

When you climb a high rock

And slip from the top

You thud on the ground

Now bruises you've found

Now surely you won't climb again

Or most certainly be more cautious when

You choose to take that risk

That is unless you play it safe

But either way you've learned that way you tried was not the best you know

With pain you grow

She nurtures you

She shows you just what not to do

Well she certainly tries, to say the least

Some don't listen to her lessons

Make the same mistake twice

But then run out of blessings

And end up hurt, unfixable or dead

So heed the things that pain has said

Her intentions are pure,

Though her methods seem cruel

She'll always be there

To remind you of life

So don't you be scared

As long as you feel her

You'll know you're alive

She loves from afar

Yet passionately so

She cries as she watches you suffer

The way the tears come from the deceased sons mother

She doesn't want you to hurt

But how else will you learn?

She wants you to survive in this sham of a world

And she won't give up

Never stops putting effort

she'll hold your hand through it all

She'll teach you to fly

but first you need to fall

For in death there is nothing

But you'll hear her call

And at that point nothing can be done

Pain is a widow

Who's lost many daughters and sons

Pain is a teacher

And she is the best

Pain is beautiful, passionate and strong

I guarantee you you'll find no other

In our ignorance, we are all sisters and brothers

And we are so blessed to have pain as a mother