Pain

[seymoure]

Oblivion is not all it is cracked up to be.
It is nothing
There is no joy in nothingness.
No music, no smiling children, no crystal snow dancing,
Oblivion isn't even darkness,
It just isn't.
Hurt reminds us that all the good is still possible,
Pain tells us things can get better.
I would rather hurt than be without sensation.
It is tiring,
The world drags to a weary crawl sometimes from the pain,
Then the blues sneak in under the door,
Heroes swing in and save the damsel, if not us.
Chocolate swirls in a cup, daring marshmallows to stay solid,
Puppys leap and kittens purr and children giggle,
In the greatest pain, I can still hug.
Pain is not a picnic.
But it ain't nothing, either.