Painful Wisdom

Painful Wisdom

The pain washes over me

In tidal waves

Until I feel like I’m in a bubble

Of questions and fear

Pain is as old as time itself

But its effect has never worn off

Maybe it’s the only thing we can depend upon

To hold us tightly

However, its reliability doesn’t lessen my resentment

And I doubt much can

It turns out I was wearing rose-tinted glasses

My whole life

Now they’ve been snatched away

And I desperately want them back

I’d take my ignorance back

In the split of a second

To have back my boundless freedom

Oh, to run again

Walk faster than a snail

Sure, the wool would be over my eyes

But my effortless blindness

Was so much kinder

Than this painful wisdom

And now I think I know

The cause of those lines

Etched so deeply into the faces

Of the elderly

They are the warriors of this world

But I wonder

Given half the chance

If those warriors would hand in their notice

And go promptly back in time

Before their first heartbreak

When everything was black and white

And it all felt right.

~ Bluebell Rizzi

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