Discomfort takes its stand,
crying out to complain,
but not from pain.
Pain knows better than to
shake its fist and sulk --
as do those whose noses
have never scraped the ground.
If pain should resort to such trifles,
they would be base imitations,
the weight of such lies
casting it down once again.
And how tragic to stamp one's feet
in a pretender's rebellion,
only to realize later
that pain, humbling and true,
had left a precious jewel in its wake,
now crushed
underfoot.
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