The ocean of pain

In pain,

I can swim

and meet you

in the same sorrowful waters.

In pain,

I can swim

and know

how hard it is

for you

to swim too.

In pain,

I can leave

my solid ground.

Ground that is solid,

yet so lonely.

Ground that is solid,

yet so thorny.

Ground that is solid,

but full of barbed fences.

In pain,

I can leave

my solid ground

and meet you.

Then when we meet

on ground,

yours or mine,

I hope I remember

we swam

in the same ocean

of pain.