Gift of Sorrow.

I feel grateful
On some days
For all the ways,
That people use
To hurt and Despair,
To tear you apart
And rummage.

They don't understand,
It's the soul
That holds strength.

It's like a muscle
Being torn apart
While in a gym,
To become stronger
And tougher
In your own skin.

The more you bleed,
The more you win,
The more you suffer,
The more you conquer,
The more you fall,
The more you rise.

These sudden punches
Landed by the Fate,
On occasions
We couldn't anticipate,
For a moment
Throw off the balance,
And make everything else
Appear without essence.

And so now comes 
The moment,
To see it as
An opportunity,
And rise up
To learn new moves
Of the game
To sustain.