MY DEAREST FRIEND, SUFFERING

My dearest friend, Suffering.
Thank you for the gift called hurting.
At first I was mad at you.
Thinking you had lost it too!
Now I see it differently.
It was a much needed journey.
At first I thought you were an enemy.
Plotting to destroy me.
I can’t thank you enough for what you did.
Shining a light on the things I hid. 
Thank you, Suffering.
For fixing what was breaking.

R.D. Jess