Pain is the unspeakable gift,
hidden behind the frosted glass
of everyday vie en rose,
the pleasure at the core
of simple routine tasks
and thorough, hours-long trainings.
Pain is the sacred trust
I put in you, and you put in me
at every word, every moment
every silence, every touch.
Pain is the surrender of my body
my mind, my name,
me being yours…
my flesh, your pain flesh.
Pain is the brush with which you paint this living canvas,
letting it blossom with reds, purples, and yellows
in the shallowness of the skin
and the depth of the marks.
Pain is the judgement and the absolution,
the cause and the consequence,
the darkness and the light,
the beginning and the end,
the death and the rebirth.