Life's lessons, simple and true,
When hurt arrives, here's what to do.
No hiding in a box so tight,
Pain needs air, needs the light.
Healing is a journey, not a race,
Remembering pain, embrace its trace.
On shoulders broad, let it rest,
For in your story, it's a guest.
Hide it not, the Pandora's snare,
For secrets stored, they linger there.
Open it not in the dead of night,
For pain compounded, a haunting sight.
Each hurt added, the box does swell,
A growing weight, a darkening spell.
A monster lurks within, unseen,
Born of pain, where it's been.
But fear not, there's a brighter way,
Transform your pain, let it sway.
Turn it into seeds, small and strong,
Nurture them well, it won't take long.
Let them bloom, oh, let them grow,
From the soil of strife, beauty will show.
In the garden of peace, pain finds release,
Flowers of strength, a sweet increase.
So carry your pain, wear it like a crown,
Let it be a garden, not a burden to drown.
For in life's simple plot, this truth we find,
From the seeds of pain, beauty can bind.
Ayesha__M
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