Observation #246 by Rachel Arruda

Observation #247

by Rachel Arruda

Is it painful, yes?

Painful to know

To look inside

To see

And to love.

It is painful

But so perfectly

Beautifully

Human

It is in our own pain

That we are most human

When the dungeon walls

Are cracked down

And he or she -

The real he or she -

Comes streaming out

On bile and tears.

The passions of lust are so flippant

An alternate reality of heartbeats

Flesh and emotions

Sensation and instinct

Pulsing us forward

More animal because we enjoy it.

And laughter

So gaudy

Like bright Paintings

to cover up the holes in the wall

Masks to cover up our blight

Reasons without questions

But pain

Beautiful pain

Shows every gray hair

Every crease and wrinkle

Every mile walked

Every heartbeat closer

To the ultimate end

Skin seems more real

With every cut

The body more tangibe

With every sharp pang

We feel so much more human

With every cry.

Just beyond the pain lies love

Love born or pain

Love strenghtened through adversity

A muscle made vigorous

From repeated challenges

Love born of pain rises

Like the first sunrise over

The flooded earth

How much more powerful

Did the sun seem

Shining on all the obstinate water

How much more beautiful

The rainbow

Arching over desolation

How much more human

The people bowed in prayer in the midst of awful destructive.