They say pain births wisdom, a cruel decree,
But I yearn for joy, simple and free.
Strength forged in sorrow, a bitter prize,
I seek solace, beneath hopeful skies.
A wish, never granted, a life transformed,
A cycle of trials, weary and stormed.
Unfulfilled, unwanted, a soul adrift,
Yearning for peace, a hopeful gift.
Alone in the journey, a paradox's plight,
A partner bestowed, yet shrouded in night.
Who gains from this pattern, this endless maze?
A heart seeks answers, in hopeful days.
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