Pain is the shedding of skin
It is the caterpillar that dies
in his dark cocoon
to make room for the butterfly
Pain is to be physically
separated from you
Only to see that
in heart we’re never apart
It is stomach pain, headache,
sleepless nights that scream
to leave the old in the past
and let go to be free
Pain is questioning
what your soul whispers to you
It is resistance
as you fear the unknown
and you don’t want to hurt others
Pain is like squeezing contractions,
the movement of muscles to push out
and birth ourselves anew into our love
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