You say you’re dry
but I think you’re hiding
afraid to try
to expose what you’re fighting.
You’re drenched
dripping
ready to stop limping.
You say you’re blind
but I think you’re hiding
pain-piercing eyes
behind silver linings.
You see things
pictures
that others can’t capture.
You say you’re hollow
but I think you’re hiding
you cannot swallow
the feeling of dying.
You’re full
bursting
you feel everything.
There’s hope for zealots
that choose to change.
Do not conceal it
expose your pain.
Go and create
a life made of paint.
The fears that you made
can’t take what He gave.
Paint it all
in all its gore.
Until they fall
don’t close the door.
Our lives are filled with painful situations that we would rather forget. Once we make it through them, the last thing we want to do is think about them, so we often cover them up or hide them. Sometimes, however, we use them as a shield. We’ve been damaged, wounded, betrayed, etcetera, and therefore believe that less should be expected of us. While this is true in some aspects, I think it ignores a very powerful truth. Experience breeds wisdom. Whatever our experiences are, however painful they may be, there is always an opportunity to utilize them. It may mercenary and unsympathetic, but it is often the most effective way to heal. By equipping our experiences, sharing them, and using them to understand and sympathize with others, we may in time even see purpose in situations we suffered through. But this doesn’t happen by wallowing in our pain, nor can it be fulfilled when we water down what we’ve experienced. More people than we know have experienced circumstances similar to yours, and they might need someone to tell them they aren’t alone. They might need someone to expose themselves and share their darkness.
Pain often creates a hole in our lives, but it doesn’t have to remain vacant. It can be filled, nurtured, and sprout wonderful flowers capable of brightening the lives of others. Take your experiences and use them to reach out to others, otherwise, they are wasted, and you’ll be alone with your pain forever.
Hope Mixes
—The Translator
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