Pain hit hard, a crushing weight,
The 23rd — a test of fate,
A cruel state.
So deep it cut, life lost its glee,
Death felt kind, a distant dream.
But in that dark, a light was found,
A quiet hope began to sound.
Pain turned to power day by day,
It shaped a heart strong as clay.
Now standing tall, I passed the test,
Pain made me stronger than the rest.