“Spoken by the quiet voice of the heart”

by Liam

When pain comes,

not as an intruder,

but as an old companion

with no name,

welcome it.

Let it sit beside you

in the soft chair of morning.

Do not ask it to explain itself.

It speaks in the language of silence,

and it knows

the hidden geography of your body.

Pain does not arrive to punish,

but to open

what was closed,

to break

what no longer serves,

to draw you

closer to that center

you had forgotten.

It peels away your armor,

not to leave you bare,

but to clothe you

in truth.

It turns your gaze inward,

where the light

waits patiently

under the ruins.

Trust these strange hands,

they do not break you,

they reshape us.

And in time,

when the ache becomes a rhythm

the rhythm turns to rhyme

you no longer fear,

you will find

beneath the wound

a wellspring,

a deeper kindness,

a fierce gratitude.

Until then,

breathe gently.

Speak your sadness to the sky.

Let the pain be part of your prayer.

For pain, too,

is a teacher,

and even in darkness,

it plants

the seeds of a new day dawning.