This poem reflects on how pain, like nature’s quiet forces, can nurture growth and reveal unexpected beauty when we learn to embrace it.
Trickling down—
in the sun’s rays.
Beauty,
born of pain—
like a bee,
drawn to honey.
Kisses—
soft,
to my feet,
from a lilac-colored ocean.
And the bees—
they flew low.
Just so you
could grow.
Embrace the pain.
You’ll be okay.
Rainy thoughts...
so little time.
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Angel Aguilar
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I want to scream out of joy. There’s so many good lines in this. But first, I like your introduction, I think it’s very true. Pain can nurture growth. I like the idea of beauty being born of pain, and how you linked that to the way bees are drawn to honey. ‘Rainy thoughts’, there’s something about those two words together. It just works, especially for the ending. Because rain stops, but it flows just like thoughts. Amazing work Angel. 👌🏽♥️🤗