Well Worth the Pain

I can be bruised

and I can be broken.

I can dig in

and cut my heart my heart wide open

without a second thought

or so much as a pause.

I can spill all of my secrets

with a just a bit of black ink

and a small scrap of paper.

Sometimes it hurts

like a slow, throbbing ache

but there's nothing I've said

that I would take back.

Because it there was no pain

moving through my body,

then I'd lose the words

that I hold so dearly.