Ink Named Pain

Maybe you’ve got history with a leaded pencil,
Familiar with the use of regular inked pen.
But I write with an ink named Pain.

I wish I could tell you that the sun would still burn brightly
If it didn’t have to race with the
Moon.

I wish it were certain that the rainbows
Would still have a chance to leave you in awe even if it never
Had the power to hold colors hostage.

You see, there is always a beautiful side to pain
And I have chosen to write with it.