Pain

Once there was,

Now there is not -

Pain;

Or the tears that followed.

And the what -if stories that were woven.

Between dreams and regrets,

Life happened.

Living was the only option.

A coward doesn't choose.

It was so easy,

To focus only on the moment -

Exactly how the illuminated preached.

Escapist evolved and thrived;

In the garden of life.

Unmindful of the withered flowers

And barren trees.

The wise soul has seen -

A thousand sunsets

And a thousand sunrises too.

Shadows are not bad -

It means light is present;

If not bright enough,

Just right enough -

To not feel desolated.