Pain, I found last night, is shareable thing.
“Misery loves Company” is not exactly what I mean
It is not one bringing the other down with them
But it is a trading of gifts- an exchange with open ends
When friendship is real, love is all that you feel
Not loss, although it is the hurting cards we deal.
The taste of the past is bitter when we reveal our piece
Yet peace we do get as the healings increase
I thank God for the little souls that we keep
So no matter what happens, love doesn’t cease-
Because that same love is what we must reap.
If I can trade with you, you can trade with me
I offer you my ears, my shoulder, and my heart for free
Friends feed each other and fill their souls
Never think nobody understands and nobody knows-
Because somebody, somewhere has shared your sorrows
And somebody, somewhere has felt those same blows.
The knife in your heart, the sting of tears in your eye
The lump in your throat when you wanted to cry
The feelings of goals as they slip through your fingers
Hurt, anger, and loss, how they linger and linger.
One day, my friend, it will all make sense
The love I have is so immense
Now hold my hand and feel through touch
All the common joy and pain we have between us.
© 2001 Ongisa Ichille