You say

‘My suffer pass your suffer’

But what do you know about my suffer?

You and I

Why are we competing?

There is no award

There is no medal

For ‘Person-who-has-suffered-the-most’.

Your suffer is because of X

My suffer is because of Y

Their suffer is because of Z.

How do I know

‘Your own is even better’

If I have not lived your own?

Finally finally

All our tears

They are the same colourless colour.

Yours makes a pellucid trail

As it meanders down your face.

So does mine.

If you want to hold my hand

Please come.

If you want me to hold your hand

Come, please.

I will let you cry

You will let me cry.

Torrents or droplets.

Ugly or beautiful.

Loud or silent.

Then I will wipe your salty tears

And you will wipe mine.

If you cannot do this

And you want to compete

Please go

Suffer your own suffer

And I will suffer my own suffer

In peace.

“But you must resist the devil and stay strong in your faith. You know that all over the world the Lord’s followers are suffering just as you are.” – 1 Peter 5:9 (CEV)

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