A moment’s thought bringing a deluge of memories
A nip from reality opening gashes from history
We hoard wounds from our past and those of our forefathers
We suffer for ourselves and for those who came before us
Spliced into our soul is a waste of unearned pain
War, slaughter, slavery, and children slain in vain
Everyday insecurities, along with these borrowed griefs
Grand tally birth to death is a life half-lived
Moment to moment we tread with care
Emotional minefields, we’re too scared to bare
We fear our fears, we raise our shields and cower
We never look deeper, to find why we suffer
But once, just once, let the pain come closer
Let the thoughts stay silent while your cup runneth over
You dread decimation, implosion, self-annihilation
But without all the stories, it’s only a sensation
Walk through the fire to know the delusion
Pain is just a pointer to what you’ve mistaken
A beacon is the suffering, pointing to what’s beyond
For it’s always the darkest, just before the dawn
