Pain- It demands to be felt

The amount of pain,
A soul carries-
Differs with every being;
Only he who made,
The Skin from dust-
Can truly tell the hidden.

With some it’s less,
With others more;
For some unbearable,
And they live not.

But the truth is that,
This pain within-
When masked and sealed,
Destroys the being.

So, Cry and scream
Pray, and let be;
This pain you feel,
Will pass you’ll see.

‘Cause to feel something,
Anything-
Beats a whole lot out
Of Feeling nothing.

The Heart-

If your heart has gone through any of these, then it definitely deserves a round of applause or a high Five. I don’t think there’s any other organ In the body strong enough to be broken so many times and yet still work. It’s like I said in my poem, the heart is the bravest thing.