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The lesson in the struggle

I do not like suffering,

But lately, it seems to be drawn to me.

Irresistibly so, like a molecule to an atom

What does it want  from me?

Perhaps to fall till I reach rock bottom

 

I want to tell it that it’s mistaken,

That I’m not the one it seeks.

I know there’s growth in hardship,

Even when broken like rubble

In the end there is a lesson in the struggle.

 

I am tired of the weight of doom

Yes, I’m weary of it.

I’ve healed before,

The same lot, now feels like a chore.

I can survive it I have nothing left to prove.

I am not lost; the loss is not mine alone.   another victory for me,

Another lesson, to show that I have grown.