A Happy on a Sad

A lot have transitorily made their stay in my dome,

And felt like comfort at home.

Happiness and love were there for a while,

Making my manners dance and smile.

It seemed like a boozer that day,

A party gay.

Pain,

It stayed for long,

With me in my room,

All the time.

Never forgotten.

In all my veins and all my bumps.

Gaiety never had space for pain.

But pain gave me space to lean back all lost,

And have a reminiscence that forces my pain away from me.

My pain has given light to the crevices on me,

And my pain has made the howls serene.

All the agony is wrapped in seconds, travelling whole of my body like blood does.

And then turning quiet,

Pain is loyal to me so never speaks out to anyone.

It stays with me.

It is in my bosom.

For it is the pain that makes the happy, happy.

Pain has always left me grounded, but has given me reasons to rise.

The scars will be cherished because like beauty it never ages, it stays on me and in the eyes

ogling hard at me.