I SLAMMED THE DOOR
ON OUR MEMORIES
CARRYING SO MUCH
PAIN ISN’T THE LIFE
I PLAN ON LIVING.
YOU KEEP COMING
UP FOR AIR,
WHILE PREASURING
TO DROWN IN CARE.
NO MORE PAIN,
MARY SAID
BUT SHE KEEP BRINGING
THE PAIN
THAT WAS LOST
IN FAME.
“Bringing the Pain” is a confession dressed like a confrontation. It cracks open the quiet moments we try to outrun — the memories that linger even after the door’s been slammed shut. The poem follows a voice choosing liberation over loyalty, clarity over chaos. It exposes the cycle of someone who resurfaces just long enough to reopen wounds, claiming they want healing while keeping the pain alive. With clipped rhythm, emotional grit, and a slam-style cadence, the piece highlights how some people carry storms they never learned to put down. “Bringing the Pain” stands as a declaration: I’m done drowning in what I didn’t create.
I write from the cracks and those spaces where pain talks back, and healing has to choose itself daily. “Bringing the Pain” is a testimony about the weight people bring when they refuse to grow, and how easy it is for them to call their chaos “care.” I wanted this poem to speak to anyone who’s carried someone else’s hurt long enough to mistake it for their own. This is me reclaiming the narrative, reminding myself and anyone listening that peace is a choice and so is walking away from anything determined to break you twice.
Incredible read 👏🏼
Peak