The bitterness of my poems, has become
A cruel tenderness, which I nurtured with great satisfactions.
Forget pain, forget pain, they advise, but how could I? When I
Had a passionate affair with pain, how can I forget what I have become?
In the morning my soul faces sorrows and at night my dreams are the agony of my
Pain, I have become addicted to what brings cruel tenderness. I have forgiven
The sins, but the sins refuse to forgive and let go. What was I looking for? Love, happiness and contentment, but instead pain found me, and said I love you.
I prayed and plead with pain, release me, release me please but pain closed
His heart to my grief, pain whispered in my ear “I’m captivated by you, you are now
One of my concubines”, with great pride he looks upon the wounds he has caused me,
So now, my greatest joy is my pain, which I nurtured with sweet rhymes of poetry.
My pain has become the quenching thirst to my lips, because pain was the first to
Find me and said I love you
Micheline Jeanlouis