you know when you know
something is wrong
terribly wrong
and every part of you
screams "no"
but you go ahead anyway
the conscious choice
to experience pain
for the sake of growth
i think
the trees know this
babies when they are born
stars when they fall
flowers when they bloom
so who am i
to say the pain's too much
the wound too deep
the scar too fresh
so who am i
to say the road's too long
the sky too dark
the moth too close
way too close
to the flame
