It is pain? Or is it joy?
The story of many, yet unique to us all.
The workloads of life, giving us too much to haul,
And the joyous of times in good news' call.
We must understand that the long suffering is a profit,
And just like a closet,
There is deposit.
A collection.
Of memories, of emotions.
Of events that have crafted your life,
And constructed the person that you are now,
Today.
Love it, enjoy it,
Know that your life is important.
Everything happens for a reason,
And in the right season,
You will become a beacon.
A flower bloomed, drawing in attention,
Giving beauty to the surrounding environment.