Pain

Pain comes in different forms and degrees and possibly moulds us -- along with other factors -- into who we are. 

This is a poem about how pain feels to me.

PAIN

I've felt the pain 
Of the rose
When it could no longer
Be called a bud

The sadness of the tree
When its trunk 
Bent in the wind

The yielding of the moon

When the clouds had their way

The grieving of the skin
At the loss of your touch