Sacred Gift

Forever, I shall be grateful Till death unto me The sacred gift of suffering The extreme irony A purported foe A villain to the ignorant and the wise An upheaval – a perturbation The classic devil in disguise Forged are its lessons Therefore failures lead to growth Specific adaptations Richness flourishes by being broke So thank you suffering For from the ashes we do rise The impediments Interesting - we need in our lives I shall be forever grateful For your lessons become ingrained It’s in the mist of suffering Our vision – we never see the same