Pain is a good shelter

The euphoria of candle wax melting on a bare skin,
The simplicity of how to hide tears under the rain.
Sadness and a fake smile on a parallel becoming a sin.

When pain has become a shelter,
The numbness can’t be pierced by a pin
Bare footed on a shard of glass, we are happy to leave a bloody trail.

We lie mute for others to take a spin
More sighs and a bloody stain
If pain is a good shelter, why do realities always win?

Vera