What if the pain is a portal?

This pain is my portal to a future self.
To purify the heart start with a whack
To crack the farce I’m in good health;
I’ve no place to grow, I’ve got my own back.
Then jostle my psyche. Prick my ego
And see these fictions dissolve in real time.
I writhe and ruminate and try to sow
The seeds of a future while still blind
With tears. Who would do this to themselves? Why
Worry? Trust the process. Life finds a way
To make us grow and give up the lies
Our work is done. Become a protégé
Of Joy. When you’re stung by awful strife
Grasp tighter to the true North Star of life.
-Allegra Jordan, 2020

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