Our Pain

All sorts of eyes hold it,
Green, blue, and brown.
Even people, who wear actual crowns.
Even people, on the nice side of town.

The stay-at-home mom, sipping her coffee, up before the sun
The traveller, visiting new places on the run
The teacher, sketching out lesson plans
The business people, trying to keep up with all of their demands
The photographer, shooting at every angle
The police officer, trying to do well and not get tangled
The bartender, pouring the drinks to numb the bodies that he meets
The baker, cooking up tasty treats
The painter, adding color to everything she touches
The nurse, helping the man walk out on crutches

All these people ever so free,
All these people just like you and just like me.
All these people carry a pain.
All these people, keep it deep, like a heart-stain.

You don't have to be dubbed depressed, OCD, or alcoholic
We all have pain and that's what we can call it.

Worldly pain, from being alive.
Worldly pain, from watching humans not thrive.

We all have pain and it doesn't matter who you are, where you are, or what you know
When we can see we're all in pain, that's when we can grow.

When we can acknowledge everybody hurts the same.
That's when we can switch up how to play this game. 

That's when we can offer a lending hand.
That's when we can find our bravery to take a stand.
That's when we can make our Earth, a flourishing land.

Pain is carried in all nooks and crannies of the world,
Don't hold onto it alone, but rather unfurl
Shake out your pain and speak it out loud
And I bet, you won't be standing alone, you'll be in a crowd.

Pain has no power in a sea of hope.
So, speak it out loud and let's cope.

Your pain is here for a reason.
Not sharing and utilizing your pain, should be considered treason.

Treason to you and treason to us.
Acknowledging our pain, we must.

There's not a human you can walk by, who doesn't hurt.
Let's grab hands and stay alert.
Let's see one another and soften the blows of life.
Let's dim down the brightness of all the strife.

Your pain, is my pain, is our pain.
Let's start with that.

Poems and EssaysSkye Schanzer