Through the shadows of despair, I wander,
Seeking light in the depths of sorrow’s tide.
Each tear a precious drop of wisdom,
Each scar a testament to battles survived.

In the crucible of anguish, I am forged,
Strength emerges from the ashes of my plight.
Pain, a relentless mentor to my soul,
Guiding me through the darkest of nights.

As I rise from the depths of agony,
Growth blooms in the garden of my heart.
The seeds of resilience, sown in suffering,
Blossom, painting my spirit with renewed art.

And so, with every wound and every tear,
I embrace the lessons pain imparts.
For in the dance of sorrow and hope,
I find the truest essence of my heart.