Pain leaves like guests who know to bow
It takes its shoes the heart knows how;
A door half-open breathes relief
A quiet dusk replaces grief
It taught its truth then walked away
Left light where sorrow used to stay;
The room expands the air turns new
Forgiveness finds a clearer view
Its echo hums but does not bind
It blesses loss it cleans the mind;
The wound becomes a work of art
A softer rhythm guards the heart
I thank the ache that helped me see
The peace that grows from memory;
Each scar a petal faint but warm
A proof that pain can change its form