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Summary

A medical student reflects on a poem they wrote about pain seven years prior, sharing it with the hope that it resonates with readers and offers a nuanced perspective on the experience of pain.

Abstract

In a nostalgic reflection, the author, once a vibrant medical student with a passion for writing, revisits a poem titled "The Mystery of Pain" penned in 2015. The poem, which explores the dual nature of pain as both a source of suffering and a catalyst for growth, is shared with the audience in the hope of connecting with those who might find relevance in its verses. The author reminisces about their younger self's prolific writing days, during which they wrote extensively on pain, including an article that they hope to publish in the future. The poem itself delves into the paradoxical impact of pain, acknowledging its bitterness while also recognizing the hidden joys and strengths it can bring to individuals. The author invites readers to engage with the poem and share their thoughts, fostering an interactive environment for discussion and critique.

Opinions

  • The author believes that their poem on pain has the potential to resonate with readers on a personal level.
  • They express a sense of pride and attachment to their past writings, viewing them as valuable creations.
  • The author acknowledges the complexity of pain, describing it as an enigma with both negative and positive aspects.
  • There is an anticipation that the audience will find meaning in the poem and that it will provoke thoughtful discussion.
  • The author hints at a broader body of work on the subject of pain, suggesting that they have a deep interest and insight into the topic.
  • By inviting criticism, the author shows a willingness to learn and grow from the feedback of their readers.

The Mystery of Pain

A poem

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Ladies and gentlemen, what you are about to read is an antique work of art, it’s vintage.

In 2015, I was a young and vibrant medical school student in love with writing. I also thought I was pretty good at it, so I took every opportunity I could find to scribble something down. Fiction and poetry were my playgrounds.

I felt the urge to write, but I didn’t know what to use my writings for so I piled them somewhere, not even sure if they would see the light of day someday.

Yesterday, as my mind wandered far and wide, I somehow remembered the old stash of poems that my younger self had written, 7 years ago. So, I went back in time and I found this extraordinary poem (at least in my mind) I wrote on Pain.

I have decided to share this poem because it might speak to you today. Someone out there might connect with it, and that person may be you.

Why pain?

It has a whole background to it, so much background that not only did I write a poem, but I also wrote an article on the subject. Maybe someday I’ll find the courage to publish the article.

But for now, enough writing! I’ll let you enjoy the poem in 3,2,1…

The Mystery of Pain

Oh, your bitter-sweetness To my fragile soul, you bequeath The fullness of pleasurable sickness And the elements of deep, hoarse pith

Your scourge is sour as the rays of the sun Your pits so deep within Your whip, as hard as the cactus’ thorn Pierces my being, your might to show With thongs so full of vile vim

The depths of your pit are void of light So dark and empty, and the morning never comes The days seem long and forever, and so does the fight Above me a cloud of shame you seek to form

Oh! the joy you bring to my heart at last The secret good you subtly hide from sight And then slowly you make it known to those in hell you cast To those who would from hell yearn to see your light For in this, you earn use and delight

The faint-hearted tremble at the thought of you The fearful are scared to death But to the strong, you give strength to see and do These are the ones that bless the earth

How good are the fruits of your dark acts Just like the hurt of a mother’s slap To some, you guide them off the path of harmful darts To others, you lead into darkness’ waiting clamp

Those who seek your beauty shall find Those who seek your dearth shall find For you are two-faced and yet unknown The mystery that is called pain

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