Pain as Purpose

Pain is the fire that tempers the steel,  

A silent teacher, relentless, real.  

It carves the soul with jagged hands,  

Yet leaves behind what strength demands.  

Each wound a map, each scar a sign,  

Of battles fought in the dark divine.  

The ache that bends, the grief that breaks,  

Are seeds of growth the spirit takes.  

Purpose is born where suffering stays,  

In shadows deep, it lights new ways.  

For pain is not the end we fear,  

But the forge that makes the vision clear.  

So walk through trials, let anguish speak,  

Its voice is wisdom, its touch unique.  

In every tear, a truth is spun—  

Pain is the purpose, the work begun.