Though time has alleviated my pain, the scar will always remain.
Now I can also hide my emotions like everyone,
And my tears don't embarrass me anymore!
I wear this grin to disguise, but deep inside there is a malaise.
Maybe things could have been better, maybe things could have been worse,
Or perhaps, they couldn't have been any different.
My pain, my anguish, my sorrow; certainly is the treasure of my life.
My sorrow has made me melancholic; it has made me mellow,
It has made me understanding; it has made me compassionate,
It has made me so wonderful.
It has given me the most beautiful gift of my life,
My poems, the true reflections of my soul!
And now, my sorrow has matured a lot,
It doesn't need a shoulder to cry; it doesn't ask me 'why?',
It has attained a higher understanding,
'There has to be a much deeper meaning to all this suffering.'
And things can only get better!
So here I am, undefeated, undestroyed, much stronger than ever before,
And still victorious after all those defeats.
It's due to my pain, my sorrow, I am still hopeful about the morrow!