Proud to be in pain,
Scared to set it free.
Holding to shackles,
I am armored.
I have a reason to cry.
Living on memories of life,
So deep,
They have always been.
It's hard to separate time,
From pain.
And it's strangely OK
That I fear happiness.
Sandra Osborne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strangely-ok/
