Enduring Pain
In the silent depths of night,
Where shadows whisper, hushed and tight,
There lies a heart that beats in vain,
A silent witness to the pain.
Beneath the surface, out of sight,
A soul endures, fierce in its fight,
For pain, though sharp, will not define,
The strength within this heart of mine.
Each tear that falls, a testament,
To battles fought with fierce intent,
Against the dark, against despair,
A beacon shines in courage rare.
Enduring pain, a constant test,
Yet in its wake, we find our best,
A fire within, a steel resolve,
To rise above, to heal, evolve.
For though the journey may be long,
Within our hearts, we hold a song,
Of hope that whispers, soft yet true,
A melody that sees us through.
So let the pain, relentless, be,
A crucible, refining me,
For in its depths, I find my flame,
A strength that carries through the same.
And when the dawn breaks, soft and bright,
Dispelling shadows of the night,
I’ll stand, unbowed, my spirit free,
Enduring pain, yet claiming me.
—Dirk de Klein
Illustration courtesy of
Understanding Chronic Pain
History of Sorts 