With gratitude to the difficult ones... a poem by Veronica Farmer

I thank the mean ones
And the cruel
The narcissists
and the space invaders
For their work

For they have shaped me
And sculptured me from hard marble
Into warm flesh and breath

Without the darkness
And the fear
Without the agony
and despair
I wouldn't know
Who I am

My strength came
And my knowing of ground
When once l learned how to say 'No!'
To make more room for a bounty of Yes!
and joy
surrounding me now

Perhaps on the other side
Of this existence
Those I loved the most
Chose to give me this sacred gift of pain
To mould me and help define my skin
and heart
So I could remember who I now am

So I thank you
With love
For your gift
of how you have smashed at my ego
Left me foetal
crying and angry
in mind and body
​broke me

A gentler, simpler
and easier existence
would not have brought me to this place
This knowing of my own soul

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