Pain
The conflict, the strain,
The holding-on in vain
The labor, the grind,
The battle between the heart and mind…
The scramble, the strife,
The struggle, the pain,
The scraping and bleeding,
The agony of hopelessly needing…
The vacillation between
Deep despair and shining hope
Till every ragged breath is worn
And then, a butterfly is born.
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