Pain and Beauty

[Mikeodial]

Revised Edit #1

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Pain and Beauty

Pain and Beauty
Searing shards of agony tear my heart apart,
Word swords are exchanged,
slashing and bleeding,
bleeding and slashing,
Until eventually, violence erupts, replacing anger with regret, finally.

So now we sit,
exhausted,
covered in blood and tears,
finding bandages and warm water to nurse wounds opened many times,
with scars on scars, on scars.
Enough.

But reflecting,
minutes or years to see what pain inflicts,
Where we hurt, or we have hurt,
And gradually, a mist is lifted from this dreadfulness,
revealing a house on the lake, visible as dawn rises.
The home of forgiveness,
where everyone is invited,
and everyone rests.

So now, the pain is gone, and so is its scar, a disappearing miracle.
The miracle of love, erasing all scars,
Leaving beauty itself, not made by me, but by another.
It’s not the skin I see,
but below,
not blood,
or vessels,
or muscles,
but me.
The inner me that God made,
and I made only by letting Him mold me.

He is beauty; and pain made me beautiful, to Him and to some others.
For beauty is selfless.
For Beauty is God.

To me, it just seems like there's too much other subject matter. The poem could stand out more, and be more profound if it had less. Remember less is more, and you could understand it better if there was less extra information. Try to make it more to the point, and it will flow better.

All in all I do like this poem, it just seems like a little much.