Pain

Pain, pain is just another word for choice
as it let’s us seek revenge or better yet to be the voice.
It is a gift for us to use, but it can also be a curse,
many tend to be inspired others tend to be coerced.
Hurts, yes, alone its only guarantee,
so you can rectify the wrongfulness
or find new ways to see;
and better yet new ways to be.
Pain, pain is just another choice to make,
it’s the fork set in the road, it’s up to you which path to take.
We can use it to make art, but it can also lead to hate,
I’d rather relish in an empathy than grimace and berate;
the separate paths we can’t conflate.
Paint. Write. Sing. Cry.
This pathway will lead to a precipice eventually,
but pain can be lain down to cross.
Hate. Fight. Scream. Sigh.
This pathway will lead to a dark abyss eventually,
but pain can be lain as a gloss.
Use it for valor and never for vengeance,
nor let it contort who you are.
For pain is a curse, but much more so a gift,
so make art from the blood of your scars.