Pain and truth

Pain and truth, a tangled weave,
Opinions spew like endless rain,
Yet knowledge, like mindless sea,
I seek within, for truth to gain.

In darkness, old truths arise,
Memories buried, yet they rise,
I nearly broke upon the way,
Enduring through the darkest haze.

Focused on the journey’s bend,
An end I thought would never wend,
But change, it came, in depths untold,
A pain within my heart, it strolled.

Not the pain, but source thereof,
It brings the anguish, deep, unloved,
Hidden failures, buried deep,
Now into light, they softly creep.

We flee from pain, yet find it near,
Here I stand, amidst the fear,
Seeking understanding, seeking truth,
Even as it stings, even as it soothes.

One thing I must determine now,
To find the path, to make the vow,
Instincts whisper, senses stray,
Yet I must find my truth, come what may.

Until then, the pain, it numbs,
But restless still, my mind it drums,
For peace will come when truth I find,
To soothe the chaos of my mind.