Loss - a Gain in Pain


Sometimes we mourn
the mornings till dusks of eves
seeking a place, a heart, a being
- for solace
- for comfort
unbearing the bangs
bleeding from weighted hearts
our tears become
the normed melody
- a now default to our person
Pain!

Sometimes we mourn.
We mourn for the losses with great pain.
Tears!
- tears of loss 
- tears of pain 
Our hearts be heavy with grieve,
alcohol our only solace
- till normed way, we drink our pain away
Lost!

Soberness,
Soberness along the milky-way,
easy drips of tears along breast path
salt-water in place of milk.
Unwind my yesterday,
unrepeat my errs
how badly I hurt.
... ... ...
My today shall claim its
cheer in glory
than call to glory.
My yesterday's loss
a pain today for
a gain tomorrow.
- I cheer!

I cheer,
I cheer for there is gift in pain. 
A gift to discover one's true meaning of life 
To find one's solace in one's grieve.
...
Like matter transformed from one state to another 
I’m earthly life,
for we lose to gain.
Like the death of a match for life
sees the candle melt and flees the shadows
as the lantern wick burns itself by drains of oils
to give away it’s light for our gain,
they lose themselves and die for our gain.

A way of life - to gain in pain
In loss, a gain - in pain, a gain
To one, a pain - to another, a gain
Away from strife - from strife away

I cheer my tomorrow.
For my loss in pain - a gain for the morrow.

🕊 🕊 🕊

- CarL I. and LifestyleGeh -

Comments

  1. TozmanSeptember 5, 2021 at 11:56 AM

    To one a pain, to another a gain and again..

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    1. CarL I.September 5, 2021 at 2:12 PM

      I see your wordplay there Tozman "a gain and again"

      Nice.

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  2. CarL I.September 5, 2021 at 11:27 PM

    Appreciated.

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