All must,  you know,

Feel a pain,

Whether physical

Medical

Relational.

Tis mortal

To suffer

In loss or love.

Tis human

To offer

Our soul, soon crushed.

Tis futile

To build

A stoic wall,

For we cannot know

True joy,

Happiness,

Without the sacrifice

Of suffering.

Without pain

There is no passion.

I see my children,

My loves,

And loving them,

Knowing them,

Costs a piece of my heart.

I suffer their pain

When they fall,

Scrape a knee,

Lose in life

Or in love.

I suffer

So that I may love.

It takes one

To have the other,

A symbiotic dance,

Light and dark.

The spark

Isn’t snuffed

As I ache.

It glows.