I wrote this poem when I was going through a very low phase in life. Many of my beliefs were shaken and I used to feel very helpless. I had to swallow a lot of pride and crawl back to life. The pain in chest and the weakness in knees were some physical symptoms of the emotional turmoil I was in. I hope this little poem conveys the intensity of emotions which we as humans are capable of facing.

Numb, inert and sickened
Clutch in the stomach so tight
Watching the room clock
Slowly go tik tok tik tok

Easy to fight with foes
Much harder with friends
All your shots but some
Hurt you more than them

The struggle is worthless
The pain is crippling
Watch again the room clock
Go slower tik tok tik tok\

But as with any suffering and pain, you only grow wiser and stronger. As Rumi says:

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.