Guest Writer: Daine O. King, Dormant I stand

Dormant I stand, in the face of others

But they do not understand when I tell them

I choose to suffer

I suffer much because of my choosing

Suffer to be fearless, to be heard to be seen

It is a choice I make and though I suffer I

Smile with each breath that I take because I know, yes I know

I chose it, not you, no not you, I chose it.

The rain beats down in thunders that make my cries

Seem like a distant whisper in a forested zone

But still amidst all this I stiff choose to suffer

For within this zone there is more than meets the eye

There is pain yes, but there is also joy

Joy in the endless strains that tug and cut

At my very soul to the point that the life within my veins begin to pour like falling rain

Intangible storms, storms that swirl and

Threaten the very existence of that which makes life worth living.

Still I choose to suffer

Because choosing otherwise would be like feeding ice cream

To a lactose-intolerant kid, or training a dog to sing

My suffering is pivotal to my existence and if you

Take it away and I’m made to suffer no more

Then life would cease and sanity would decrease

Yes decrease to the point of trivialities

Boundless desires with sweetest deaths

Yes I choose to suffer because this is the way it is supposed to be

By Daine O. King