Purification (a poem)

In the depths of my demise
Deep between the stories behind my eyes
there may be an ironic surprise
that "things" are not what they truly are

Pain really is
      anger draining away.
Pain actually
      is frustration leaving my being.
Pain is
      suffering fading away.

It's the process
that molds me into who I need to be
      and go where I need to see.

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