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Pain, by itself, is a blunt instrument,

a raw note struck against the hollow bone of being,

it reverberates, yes, but teaches nothing

until we still the echo and listen.

For pain is not a prophet,

only a presence.

It screams, but wisdom whispers.

And only in silence can one hear

what the ache is trying to say.

When the heart bends low enough

to ask, “What is this shaping in me?”

then pain uncloaks its savage grace,

the burn becomes baptism,

the scar, a script of survival.

Reflection is the alchemy,

turning suffering into gold.

The wound that once split you open

becomes a window for light to enter.

Mistakes, now mentors; and endings,

the first seeds of beginning.

Progress does not come from avoidance,

but from allowing the flame

to temper you without consuming you.

Let it sculpt your spirit, not your story.

Each setback is an invitation to expand,

to find the pulse beneath the rubble,

the music within the bruise.

Pain without reflection is merely endurance.

Pain with reflection, is evolution itself.