Such Potency Of Pain

You're one dainty delusion, 

Yet were every ounce of 

That actuality of mine; 

You were a multitude 

Of menace slamming 

Against me 

That left me slain 

Sans any sanity, 

Yet were what vested 

The vestiges of valor in me 

Midst of every vicissitude. 

You held every semblance 

Of my downfall 

Yet were determined to be 

The salvation of mine. 

What was that about you, 

That you were known 

To be cruel with such 

Tints of cruelty 

Yet be able to 

Instill the indispensable 

Teachings to thrive in life; 

For you went by whatsoever 

Termed as pain, 

And perforce planted 

With the potency 

To break, to build and to bolster 

Any being through 

Such arduous ordeals of brief 

But burdensome affliction