The hardest truth is one That you must bear alone. A scar that is a lesson, The one that breaks your bones. In those wasted midnight hours When it comes biting at your neck, The bloodletting of tragedy, There is no going back. Pain... Is a master. What has been done is done as I was told. Stricken with fear in moments where I behold. A lie or a truth that is discerning to be, A pain so real that it brings you to your knees. All that makes you weak, Is what enpowers you. Strength beyond the chains that bind, Rise above your limitations.