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The Many Shades of Pain

Pain wears a thousand faces,

some whispered, some screamed,

a silent ache in empty spaces,

or a wound that’s never dreamed.

It lingers in the hollow chest,

where love once made a home,

or strikes like thunder, fierce, unblessed,

when fate leaves us alone.

Some pain is soft—a distant cry,

a shadow in the night,

while some can burn and twist and tie,

refusing to lose its bite.

But pain is not the end of things,

nor chains that never break,

it bends, it molds, and sometimes sings,

a song we learn to take.

For in the hurt, in all we bear,

there lies a thread so true—

that pain reminds our hearts still care,

and life still reaches through.

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

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