Pain you Glorious Creature – By Jennifer Moroch Fara

    Believe oh doubting mind it is true

    Pain can bring out the genius in you

    The creative soils you thought were dry

    Moistness once lost now again thrives

    A silly girl is all they see

    One with that heart upon her sleeve

    They don’t know you as you are

    They only see you from afar

    Depth has returned she does rejoice

    The chambers in her mind regained their voice

    The pain, the pain, you are a gift

    How she welcomes this spiritual shift

    Drying the tears from alcohol

    The spark, the magic finally recalled

    Long ago a she had much to give

    Surrendering to darkness, the light again lives

    Yes you say she will always be

    That girl you find ever so silly

    And that’s okay because she knows

    Her truth is not for you to grow

    And yes you have your enormous words

    Looking down on her as just absurd

    But i tell you she understands this

    Small minds, big words tell many a myth

    Oh how she can feel this sense of freedom

    Thoughts commence in her mind’s own kingdom

    Roaming the halls as they return

    And with FIRE they burn… they burn burn burn…

    Tickled she realizes her passion’s longevity

    Back came her friend she calls creativity

    Never thought she’d again sketch a sketch

    Or to paper her words would fetch

    Pain of all things would become her fire

    To give her that of what she desires

    And that was to set her very self free

    To write and sing and live only as she

    Some will laugh and some will demean

    Hence the reasons she’s sometimes unseen..

    Judge judge all you want..

    She takes it in stride as nonchalant

    Ah pain, pain, you glorious creature

    Who thought you’d become her very best feature

    Pain, pain, you sweet heart slayer

    Unknowingly you’ve become her brightest layer…

    Jennifer Moroch Fara

    About Jennifer Moroch Fara

    I am a 56 yr old mom born and raised in NY and now living down the Jersey shore. I should have come in to recovery many many times over those years but finally at 50 i knew it was live or die and ultimately i did it for my children which in turn was for me..i was doing to my children what was done to me and that was losing their mother..i never want them to feel abandoned and be triggered by that throughout life as different hurdles come along..there are different forms of abuse and verbal is part of my story along with being taken from my mom... I often feel like i am not making strides but then realize, while i have a long way to go, i have come a long way too.. i wear my heart of my hard..hurt hard.. and used to play way to hard and have the scars to prove it..the scars get worse with age as does my wrinkles but i am wiser and calmer..somethings about me will never change..i have tried..i will always forgive, love, hurt, and love again.. grateful for my life today and hope to grow and learn each day..
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    1. I’ve read this umpteen times, it’s beautiful…it touched me on many levels. You shine and soar thru your words here Jen, I hope they’ll be more to come 🙂 xo

    2. I’ve read this umpteen’s beautiful. It touched me on many levels…your inner light shines and soars in your words here Jen, I hope there’s more to come 🙂 xo

    3. I absolutely LOVE this, even more the third time 🙂
      Pain, the touchstone to your souring spirit, healing passion and self expression is beautiful and inspirational. Thank You for your courage to write and share.
      XO Kat

    4. So Beautiful just like you Jenshine;)

    5. Beautiful lady inside and out. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. It’s a reflection of your soul. XO

    6. I love you and your inner soul……so talented!

    7. I feel ya sister. Stay strong. Stay tuned. Stay True Jenn ((hugs))

    8. I tried to reply to each individual but for some reason when i clicked it opened another page.. i want you guys to know that i take to my heart your encouragement.. i wrote it 3 yrs ago i think..maybe more..and it started out as a people problem and being judged here on itr and meetings.. feeling very insure knowing what people have said about my chairing and being too nice.. i could be worse.. i am very fierce for those who have grown close to me over the years which is a handful 4 are right here in the comments.. MIKE HANNEY! omg.. i grew up with mike so he must have read on FB.. thank you for commenting and reading…you are such a good soul and your profession as a fire captain is selfless.. i am blessed.. today i am just blessed..

    9. Beautiful poem Jen. We are so proud of you!!!

    10. Wow Jen!! Very impressive! so much beauty and talent <3

    11. You are so strong and your words so powerful. Thank you for opening yourself and sharing this with us. You should be very proud of ALL you have accomplished.

    12. Jen this is beautiful, I love your writing,

      Who thought you’d become her very best feature

      Pain, pain, you sweet heart slayer

      Unknowingly you’ve become her brightest layer…

      You have wonderful layers from the lightest to the deepest, no silliness that I have ever seen.

    13. Awww…bless. Beautiful poem and such talent Jen. As you wrote,”Surrendering to darkness, the light again lives,” the words made me grateful that creativity we all can appreciate and celebrate does indeed come back in recovery. Keep up the lovely writing! xx

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