Pain

A poem inspired by a severe, persistent headache and a desire to write something different. Enjoy. :D

Pain
Is
Beautiful to some.
Revered by some,
And dispelled by some.

But the poor soul's done nothing
To none,
So why,
Is she
The loner?

For even when embraced,
She's the alien,
To be feared.
Though she causes grief,
She only helps, you see?
Why
Don't
They see?

She jabs from inside,
Thrusts forth, from outside,
Engulfs you
In
Her power.
Yet she knows when to see
Defeat,
For she only tries to make you stronger.
I repeat,
She only wants to make you stronger.

But such is her destiny,
She is despised by all,
Feared,
Rejected by
All.
For that is the secret of her power,
You see:

In their hatred and fear,
Their lives they strive to clear,
of her uninvited residence.
And once they succeed,
They have strength indeed,
Thus her purpose, achieved.
She has the power of defeat, you see,

It seems a thankless job to me.