Poetry: The pain of pain is more pain, if all you see is the pain

This is a poem, in which I try to understand my great pain of living, and try to come to terms with it, in light of God, and his love. If God, and love exist, why am I in such great pain?

Pain lived in me, alive to itself, within me.

I knew that the pain was not really me, to be,

but it sure felt like it in me, to a great degree.

Pain lived in me, painfully endured, you see.

I was told to sit with the pain within me,

but not that the pain was sitting to be me.

I was then told without pain, I'd be incomplete,

but to me, I was complete, despite my pain.

Pain is the royal path of love's into truth, they said.

Greatness to be born involves the pain of its birth.

My comfort zone shows me the pain I am living.

Pain is useful to love, if love is not being useful to me.

Great pain takes a great love to be not overcome, but seen.

Love sees pain, and values its seeing, only when you see it too.

The emptiness of life is filled up with pain by the love in you,

so that the love in you will then be full of the oneness of me too.

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