I have no leg to stand upon,
physically and metaphorically so,
When it comes to the world of pain.
And how ironic is this, that bliss should overtake me when drawing upon that well.

As I’ve had my fair share,
Of scars to bare, when it comes to conflict.
Yet when looking at it by that lens,
I find it necessary to append the phrase,
“It’s not so bad.”

Because those days have come and gone,
And many more will follow,
So when time comes to call upon,
The pain I’ve gladly wallowed in,
I have no leg to stand upon,
And so my sorrow ends.