I often wonder what kind of person I would have turned out to be had I not suffered in the ways that I did, and I shudder to think that my life could be anything other than what it is now.
I cannot, therefore, be anything less than grateful even to those at whose hands I suffered.
For many years I tried to forget them. And now it seems, I honour them.
Who I am Today
The hand that broke my slate of grey
The face that breathed the wrath of day
The one who with that stern face swayed
He made me who I am today
Might I have held the fire of ire
Might I have crumbled at the fear
But what if
I chose instead
To walk on, clear
To tread the path of love, not dread
Might I be as strong as this
To shed all that had held me back
To rise above the pain of him
For,
No matter what I’d hoped from him
He made me who I am today
And who am I?
I am That
Strong and Kind
Woman and Wise
One who walks the path of Light
And so I thank him for the pain
It made me who I am today
To anyone else who’s lived this story, there is always hope.
Never let the actions of others hold you back or take away your goodness.
Goodness always wins in the end. My Guru ji showed me that 🙂
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