Suffering

Like the window to my soul
She is there
Looking into me.
She says:
Suffering is a part of it.
Her breath like her words
Are smothering me.
She says:
Like the rain
Suffering will come
And after
There will be a calmness,
A clean calm.
With hands as cold and as white as the mountain snow.
Touching your eyes
Holding them down.
She says:
Without suffering,
There is always a blindness.