Enigma

Pain can’t be understood.
To do so,
would be a conundrum;
as if the act of feeling through frozen ice.

It can only be felt,
like that after the melting of ice -
on a crisp, dewy morning,
when the storming blizzard has passed.

Only then,
will the Sun whisper upon your face,
the true act and meaning of pain.

And, my God -
what a beautiful enigma, it is…..