Meandering

There is an escape in the room that i live ,
and a tree I can use to climb ,
but if my pain , comes to know of this
it would try to leave me behind

It is subtle but true ,
that your agonies define you,
you should keep them as a asset,
living inside they refine you.

It is hard , truly to love something that hurts,
and lying awake in your own hearse.
But in loving your agony , you cleary announce
how immune you are to every curse.

All your woes are shreads of bravery,
that one day you would see.
how every wound combine to make,
your souls’ last day in slavery.