Suffering and Strength

If I was a haunted house then

Does that make me a holy house now?

Under immense pressure, a stone can turn to dust or become a diamond

I'm just wondering which one I am

Was I stronger then when I was an alien to this strange world we call "Earth"

Or am I stronger now that I have been beaten, bruised and indoctrinated by society?

When we are pushed off the edge do we: fall to our death

Or do we grow wings and learn to fly?

I believe it is our choice

Your mad world can make you mad

Your broken home can break you

Or your glimmers of hope can guide you

And your emerging strength can empower you

Pain is the measurement of growth

You can grow to be an ugly tree with crooked branches

Or you can grow to be a beautiful tree with lovely leaves

It's your choice; choose wisely