Pain

Pain, pain, pain

Cutting my heart like a blade

Making me feel empty and strange

Robbing me of control

Pain that hurts me so deep

Pain that I always carry within me

Pain that I must endure and take

Pain that I have not chosen

Pain, what is your lesson?

When your waves come over me,

I ride on them like surfing on the sea.

Following the flow – deep in me

Pain, do you show me who I am?

Where my borders do lie

Who is near and who is far

Forcing me to cling, to cry?

Pain, what in you we fear?

We can bear your stings:

with courage and with pride,

staying all the same; hiding in our hide.

And so tricky is that pain

Even when you’re firm on top

Devoutness is for them - not you!

Does your pain confuse you, toppy flop?

Pain is just a natural thing

given us to be

Whether administered by you on them

or something you receive.

Pain is just an instrument.

Guiding you to show,

What your feelings tell, you see:

Pain can hit you hard and simply set you free.

Pain is our experience

By which we get defined

Yet pain is not our essence

So do not loose your mind

Once you have to process pain

Then afterwards so clean and pure

Your lovely self remains

Poem by Sir Cameron - belonging to: BDSM and the Pain of Knowledge