What are the stories of pain written in your body and in your mind?
How silent are they?
How loud are they?
Do you cherish them by telling their stories?
Are you walking at the altar of your pain
worshiping it like a god?
How much space does it occupy and how does it serve you?
Honor the pain and then let it go
It is not for you to keep.
It is a teacher and a mentor
But it’s not yours.
If today you decided to leave some of it behind
How would that look like?