To be strong, mightier than any warrior is, is
To stand tall, when the wind blows your support
Is to pull through, when your emotions implodes
When your heart collapses and your mind betrays

By past experience, I noticed that pain fades
But does not disappear
And that the sorrow's voice weakens
Yet does not silence
But the mark of pain, the faint echo of sorrow
Becomes one's pillar of support in harsh times of the
future

The weight those two bear on one's soul
I hard to bear
Yet the power gained by overcoming those difficulties
Is enormous
When others fail and falter
Your stand is firm
Bullets may scratch you
Knifes my cut your skin
But the pain cannot reach your heart

Don't get me wrong
I'm not happy those things happened
Nor do I wish those to anyone else
But I am grateful for a virtue
That was born out of pain

On the same note
I do not regret feeling such emotions
What was done was done
I will live on, stronger than ever
And nothing will stand in my way
I am unwavering.