Pain paints paintings

In the depths of sorrow, where shadows dwell,

Pain wields its brush, in a tale to tell.

With strokes of anguish, it paints the scene,

A masterpiece of darkness, in shades unseen.

Each stroke a whisper of a heart's lament,

Each hue a memory, forever bent.

The canvas weeps with tears of grief,

As pain's cruel artistry finds its relief.

But amidst the darkness, a flicker of light,

As pain's palette shifts, revealing insight.

For in the depths of despair, beauty lies,

A testament to the soul's eternal ties.

With each stroke, pain paints a story untold,

Of battles fought and hearts of gold.

For in the canvas of life, pain finds its place,

A reminder of the human race.

So let us embrace the pain that paints,

For in its depths, a truth awaits.

For through the tears and the sorrow it brings,

A masterpiece of resilience springs.