When in Sorrow

Every living thing must go through pain in order to heal, no matter how long it takes
I should stop lamenting about my lost,
since with every defeat there is always something gain
the trophy of wisdom, the treasure of the past
that will be perserved in my heart for future reference;
and today you are my companion;
instead of consoling me, you laugh and seem full of joy
for the tears in my heart.
I want to deny it.
I want to cut your roots and leave you behind
so you can die, and then I will be the one pointing and laughing...
I am talking about the pain I feel inside, the pain once you felt
when love said no.

Soon I will find again happiness, leaving you in the past
a sad memory, and you will beg to come back to me
I will feed you, I will take care of you, I will stay with you
and you know it, and yet you fear my departure...
so soon, you'll say.
I will be back, and you know it.
then I'll wait for you.
that is the old promise we make to each other
every time I heal, every time I go.