That thing

 

There is this thing.

It is a very dark thing.

It is not a pleasant sight,

It always likes to hide.

Sometimes it hides behind a smile,

Sometimes it hides behind a tear,

Sometimes it hides behind duty,

Sometimes it hides behind love.

The world is aware of its presence,

Yet, they rarely confront,

If ever they talk,

It is in hush whispers and sighs.

It is a gloomy cloud,

That blinds our vision to light,

It is the mustard seed,

That is held very close to the eye.

It is a presence,

That sucks our happiness,

It absorbs all the joy from our life,

Leaving us depressed, glum and crestfallen.

It can be fought,

And triumphed upon,

If we give it some love,

And give it some time.

With love,

With time,

This very dark thing,

Starts to heal.

This not a pleasant sight,

Sometimes hurting,

Sometimes healing,

Soon turns into a memory.

A memory that inspires us,

A memory that sets us free,

A memory that becomes our strength,

A memory that creates us.

That memory,

That presence,

That not a pleasant sight,

That very dark thing, 

is

That pain we feel deep within.

Accept it,

Acknowledge it,

Experience it,

Let it in…

It is the power that can energize you,

It is the power that can awaken you,

It is the power that can unleash you,

It is the power that can discover a new you.

That pain you feel deep within,

Makes you strong,

Makes you resilient,

Makes you human,

Makes you, you!