Pain

Pain,
Why does it always feel so wrong,
So far from peaceful, never strong.
 

Always there, that endless ache,
Why can’t I just be, for my own sake.
 

They say you always have a choice,
Many paths, so raise your voice.
 

Do I choose to stay the victim’s way,
Or gather myself and face the day.
 

Do I take the power from that ‘dirty’pain,
And use it to feel whole again.
 

To feel content, to truly shine,
instead of drowning in pain all the time.