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.