Warriors rise from the ashes

He put me down in a furnace, tried to burn me alive

Charred, scarred, I fought the wounds and vowed to survive

The battle was epic, the war was furious

I didn't give up, to get to the end of the tunnel my goal, I was very anxious

Physical pain is torture but mental pain is a curse

I didn't succumb to his hideous ways and these pains I began to nurse

I made peace with my pain and spoke with it at times

Many a time, pain showed me the way forward through such rhymes

Today, pain and me are best friends and he is my all

I continue my strife in life with fewer joys and plenty of fall

He tries very hard still, to bog me down with so much passion

I continue to ignore Him and pain gives me strength in great fashion

I had been burnt, I had been shunned

But warriors rise from ashes, to see me here, He sure is stunned

I have learnt many a lesson in this useless strife

Two most important ones being I am Him and He is life.