This Pain

It is a fact.

Everyone goes through it everyone suffers

no one can explain why it hurts so much to live

no one wants to feel it

I say I am strong, well adjusted

I am weak

the first time I experience it

it breaks me

my spirit, my outlook, my will

broken

I am broken

I can not handle the pain

I can not take it

end each day with tears streaming down my face

but I have to make it

beauty is also a fact

beauty is the world, the wind, the trees, the galaxy

everything

in love, in the hope, in life

life is the most beautiful kind of tragedy.