I'm not pain proof, I'm only ever pain resistant.

I trust in God, that I'll bounce back from that fire in a hot minute, If not so often a miraculous instant.

I used to think my pain was a prison, Limiting my experiences towards oldfound wisdom.

But maybe this can be my mission: To unearth potential hidden within life gifted.

'Cause every kid has heard absurd phrases muttered, That can slowly shatter a heart's beat, reducing it to irregular stutters.

I hear them whisper that hurt people hurt people,

And so perhaps they need convincing they're worth a stance apart from evil; Unanswered prayers the world claims is a result of hands falsely steepled.

But materialistic temporary things only briefly thread the needle.

Therefore if we reap what we sew, Then perpetually hating ourselves is inevitably lethal.