You wake up in the middle of the night,
You get out of your warm blankets
Into the world where cold night persists.
Taking your hand to your heart, you try to feel.
You take a deep breath
Drawing as much air as you can
Whilst you sit and stare
The night being a bit less empty than you.
And do you know why?
You have anaesthized your soul to pain.
You fear pain so much that you now have welcomed an eternity of not feeling any thing at all
Little you know
sometimes pain becomes inevitably important.
It is the pain that makes you able to feel at all.
It is the pain that makes your soul grow
It is this very pain you deny
You have to face pain in order to face yourself.