Beautiful Pain Poem by Jessel Jane Tevar Toring
Beautiful Pain
When laughter could not spell the feeling, don't.
When smiles are script you know so well, stop.
When pillows cease to be stones, stand;
for to escape mourning, one must mourn.
None can run away from pain,
for through a mother's anguish, we are born—
by her tears, we come to life.
Cry. For tears are sweet.
Lament, for pain holds a beauty of its own.
Even as we first cried, our mothers smiled—
for our unsophisticated cry, signified life.
Hold on, and then let go once more.
Mourn, for tears are sweet,
and pain, in its own way, is beautiful.
Exquisite. There is a combination of both strength and vulnerability that comes through in a most powerful way here.
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7/23/2025 11:14:40 AM # 1.0.0
awsome.....i have no words to explain.