My Pain Is Me Poem by Nancy Winter Miranda
My Pain Is Me
My pain is my own.
Here by my own doing.
My pain is me.
Maybe it's to fill a void.
Maybe it's to fill a need.
Maybe the pain is meant to be.
Whatever.
Along the way,
the paths may twist,
be full of angst...
All I know is all I feel....
I will welcome the diversion,
from the pain that won't set me free.
lol, I like the line... Whatever. It makes it more real without it, the poem may have felt over the top, but with it, it makes it more meaningful and less, its a great way to balance it out. Nice job!
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4/28/2024 7:31:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
We all live at an acceptable level of 'pain' It seems to define our limited existance.