So Much More

There is a certain level of pain
that people aren’t supposed
to be able to endure;

it’s almost
blasphemy
when they make it
out alive.












but you just don’t understand...

pain is
so much more
than your “broken” hearts
suffering the extent of a paper-cut, so
stop whining and get a damn bandaid.















pain is more
than overdone metaphors
and pretty wording;

it’s when you
stop writing poetry
for months because
there is
                    nothing
left to give.















pain isn’t
beautiful.












you can’t describe an
eight month old baby as
beautiful
after it was beaten by
a careless mother too
drunk to remember.




















you can’t call
a common whore
beautiful
after her own family has
pitched stones and
shamed her to her grave.
























and you can’t look
at the sunset like it’s
beautiful
after you hear all the
raped children crying
in the dark for
their father’s sins.



























pain is
so much more
than this.