Pain is a blessing in disguise

                                                     

Pain is the best strengthening,
it is a feast of our weak being.

Pain tends you to stream your tears,
but it is washing your lens
to see more brighter and clearer.

Your life may be vague
without experiencing turmoil.

When your heart is crying
it isn’t weakness
but truthfulness of a soul.

When you sob, it means
you have the feeling, you’re human.

You are infinite, but you are alive.
You are chosen.

At first, you can say that the pain is unfordable,
but you didn’t know the true meaning of it:

It is molding you.
It is washing you.
It cleans you.

It is heaviness, carrying the world when you cry.
But it is God’s grace that you cannot deny.

Cry, see the world.
But in losing, there’s a triumph waiting ahead,
the blessings…

Pain is just a false alarm,
not to fool you,
not to destroy you,
but to save you
in the abyss of harm.