When pain hurts.
        by jaya  (vindhya@Writing.Com)
When pain hurts

Many times when sadness hits me,
I no longer wish to be in this crafty world.
I long to go away as did the sages of yore,
seeking peace in valleys, woods and reflections.

A sage, I know, I will never be.
Yet, I realize, pain brings me closer to myself.
The tears I shed, are tears in vain, in self- pity.
Why do I have to feel so small?

An intelligent human being,
is also a slave to impotent anger at
incarnations of hypocrisy and malice.
But tears, I found do not
wipe out the shadowy feelings.

I urge myself to think of good things
in moments of consuming misery,
to think of those whose life is a byword,
of tragedy, yet live cheerfully.

I somewhat feel the cloud of sorrow dispersed.

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