My thoughts have put me in prison.
Mentally I was a prisoner.
I was sentenced to life imprisonment,
With no bail no parole.
Pain shaped my character
Bitterness and sorrow was written all over my face.
I was weak and hopeless
Physically and mentally I was drained.
I was on an endless journey.
I thought I had taken the wrong path
But it was the best one.
My character was built through pain.
I had wounds but the wounds made me a better person.
In painful moments I regained my strength.
Pain shaped my character.
Thank you, pain.
You build a strong person.
I came out as pure as gold.
Today I am strong.
Thank you, pain