Beautiful Pain Poem by Jessel Jane Tevar Toring

Beautiful Pain



When laughter could not spell the feeling, don't.
When smiles are script you know so well, stop.
When pillows cease to be stones, stand;
for to escape mourning, one must mourn.
None can run away from pain,
for by a mother's pain, we are born-
by tears, we are made alive.
Cry. For tears are sweet.
Lament. For pain is beautiful.
Even on our first cry, our mothers smiled -
for our unsophisticated cry, signified life.
Hold on.. and let go again.
Mourn. For tears are sweet,
the pain, beautiful.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
It's been almost a year and im starting, just starting to mourn for her. It is good to mourn. It is never wise to escape mourning for it will chase you and you will just find yourself wasting time trying to be brave when the only way to escape mourning is to mourn. All those times I thought I was brave enough to be able to let go of her but the truth is, I haven't. The tearless pain was building up inside me like poison slowly consuming me till my heart could not contain it anymore. To mourn is wonderful - it is a process of letting go yet reaching out still. Tears are indeed sweet, the pain, beautiful.
~i miss you~
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shamsheer Mohammed 13 December 2012

awsome.....i have no words to explain.

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Sara Fielder 06 December 2012

Exquisite. There is a combination of both strength and vulnerability that comes through in a most powerful way here.

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