Pain...a poem.

There are many things in this world that hurt.
Some are large, some small,
some insignificant when thought about.

Some pain comes from inside, some from outside.
From pain comes understanding of,
limitations,
hidden desires,
unrequited loves.

Physical pain is memorable,
mental pain can be deceptively,
absent.

I've known the pain of loss, the pain of inury,
the pain of time.
Looking through the lenses of aged wisdom, I have seen the suffering of others, and accepted my part in them.
Tried desperately to,
alleviate.

Does it really matter where,
the pain comes from,
or goes to?

I only know this.
My pain is only special to me,
and nobody else can have it.