In the memories, the black and white flash backs
I see the aches, shrieks, and the bones that crack.I remember their words both sweet and worst.I recall all the battles I fought. I reflect all the moments I survived. I owe all the seconds I smiled with a heart break but,
All I concluded from that time and this time is nothing but one thing. I was always wrong in calling spirtual pain the worst one. Its the kind of pain called ‘physical’ that is the worst one that makes you really miserable. Its physical pain that is given to punish you, that is given when you are hated, that is given when you are supposed to be corrected, that is given when you are tested. I realized it the day when I felt my eyes wet when the flower petals faded away but the physical ache of thorn on its stem lasted longer than the tear that wetted my eye.