Your Pain is a Gift
Tripping over obstacles, it
Will teach you to walk.
Battered by what will crumble you,
Will turn you into rock.
And once you climb up on yourself
You’ll stand tall where you fell
Your pain is but a gift, my friend
So learn to use it well
The sticks and stones, the broken bones
That people talk about
They all will plate and iron build
Your armor inside out
So what threatens to harm, to hurt
You will break ere long
Your pain is but a gift, my friend,
And it will make you strong
And they will claw you in, maybe
They’ll even drag you down
But resilience and faith, my friend,
And fate will be your pawn
And you will fly, you will conquer
Like all, the stars will shift.
You’ll see it when you win, my friend
Your pain is but a gift.
It’s been a long night, and promises to be a longer day. Still learning though, and still hanging in there. Day Nine of NaPoWriMo and I’m still psyched, woot. Hope you all are having a better time of it!
Strength to you,
PS. Those of you who caught the reference in the poem and picture, slap me five! 😉 😀