Poetry : Pain is my greatest teacher

Pain is my greatest teacher
It shows to me what I might be
It gently takes my hand and shows me
All the things I need to see

You could say it lacks some manners
You could say she’s not polite
But when did manners and politeness
Ever had to do with light?

Having light is having sight
Seeing everything to be
If there’s pain so is a reason
What is there I need to see?

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Oct2019