Pain it insist on being there, poem

Pain
Sometimes it stays a little longer
To live could be to suffer
At least at times but to leayrn how to endure, to be tough enough to get through the rough stuff, it becomes an ease , like your cutting through butter
I cut through the pain to the pleasure
No pain no gain, isn’t that what they say?
Or in other words ,though I was slain, it caused my soul victory over vain imaginings of findinding heaven on this earthy plain
I learned to roll with the punches, flowers in bunches, sunsets, sunrises, sweet perfume, late lunches, morning sex, correct hunches, six pack payoffs from consistent late night crunches, all nighters, drinking coffee, doing nothing
Yeah it’s worth it
Let your self die to live a God life, the tork, the pure yoke of an easy light burden
Yeah, it’s definitely worth it
Life unadulterated, raw, living at the heart of it

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