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DEALING WITH PAIN

Writer's picture: Vimida DasVimida Das


“Tomorrow I’ll deal with my pain,” I thought,

“Today, let me just distract myself.”

And thus began the dance of over-indulgences,

Food, movies, mind-numbing miseries —

I wanted more, and more, and more.

The pain didn’t go away,

It remained,

Hoping, waiting for my acceptance,

But I refused to deal with my pain,

Until my undealt pain grew into a monster I could no longer control,

It threatened to destroy everything I held dear,

Destroy everything I loved,

Nay, it threatened to destroy love itself.

It was then that I finally sat down with my pain,

And asked,

“What do you need? I may have come late to you but I am sincere”

It did not reply, so I just sat some more,

By and by, the pain began oozing out of me,

as screams,

as tears,

as poetry.

My wounds became art, my sorrow became beauty,

And that’s when I realized where I was being led,

Like all my emotions, the pain too was showing me the path to become a better me.

It wanted to teach me how to soften in hardships

and how to let go…

I did not have to bury myself in distractions,

Or

Harden myself to the burden called life.

When I faced my pain without fear, without feeling ashamed,

with complete surrender,

I finally understood what it meant to be strong.

I learnt to have fun for fun,

To laugh wholeheartedly,

To love without reservation.

I learnt how to become whole




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