Pain to you,
May not be pain to me
But pain is pain,
Hidden in poetry
The emotions my canvas,
The tears my paint
The memories my theme,
And the scars I've gained
The fear my words,
The tragedy my rhyme
The heartbreak my muse,
Every time
Pain to you,
May not be pain to me
But pain is pain,
Hidden in poetry
I write my sorrows in songs,
Fears in free verse
Anger in acrostic,
With my emotions immersed
I spin the negativity,
Into passion within my heart
I turn my paroxysms,
Into works of art
Pain to you,
May not be pain to me
But my pain is a gain,
When I write poetry.
~Via
Pain is inevitable. So embrace it. Turn the negative energy into something positive and valuable.
When I'm feeling down, I write something out of it.
When my world is falling apart,
I make it art.
YOU ARE READING
Ivory
Poetry❝Ebony and Ivory live together in perfect harmony.❞ We can complain about roses having thorns, or we can be happy about thorns having roses. Storms don't last forever. Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow. A story needs a vi...
