Pain is the spilt pot of black ink that covers everything and yet is not always apparent to the naked eye. The bearer of pain is the only person who knows its origin and holds the key to unlock the door to happiness. However pain is a fuel, a wonderful weapon of manipulation. Always holding it’s power over others. Poor me, poor you, poor us.
Pain unlocks your pain but then where does it go? Are you beholden to him? Does it occasionally surface as a reminder of how not to live? A dear friend now poisoned.
Do you cling to the knowledge of a dark familiar place or follow a light that is wavering and uncertain?
After all knowledge is power and so now your power has gone.
Happiness is just those few notes you got right, never once did it make a song.
Pain is the uncertainty of happiness, just out of reach. A warm and loving gift. Touched words to soothe the dark in so many women’s lives. Another powerful kind of control.
How can we know if it is true or if a yoyo of black and white will always occur?
Blind faith is all we have and a little courage that falling from a place so close to the sun would surely be a flight worth risking.
Lyrics of Faith this is the poem or lyrics!