The Plight of Pain

I am pain.

I cannot survive in the light

so I scurry into the corners, into the depths of souls,

swimming in guts

where it’s blacker than the darkest night.

And there, I molt and grow, whether I want to or not.

See, that’s the thing about me:

I’m not trying to hurt anyone,

but that’s my lot.

A strange fate: expanding in the depths until the host can’t survive,

destined to break apart my container so that the light comes in

and destroys me.

Born into a paradox. Both catalyst and relic.

A sacrifice, unnoticed.

Necessary but unwanted.

Always unwanted.