The suffering
Has outlasted its welcome
Like a friend from out of town
Crashing on your couch.
The suffering
Has us
crawling on our knees
scraping pennies
Eating peanut butter
For dinner
Out of jars
The suffering
Has us
Traumatized
From over drafted bank accounts
Cars running on empty
That familiar tightness
In the belly
In the heart
On your life
But don't fret
The suffering
Is your friend
It drives you
It propels you
It separates you
From the rich bitches
With soft asses
And bored hearts
Who know nothing
About
Getting down in the trenches
When the days are cloudy
And the nights are long
When you go to bed hungry
And your mind is about to break
Remember
The suffering
is the teacher
that demands discipline
from your heart
for whatever it is
you're putting on the line.
This suffering
Will tear you down
force you out of
that comfortable
and familiar rhythm
and someday
You will thank it
When you've finally reached
the place
and the person
you were meant to be.
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