I used the pain you gave me, built a trampoline,
Now I bounce back higher than before with each fall,
No longer confined to the depths of sorrow within
I found a propulsion, with every end now I begin.

Your hurt, once heavy, now launches me high,
I rise above the wounds, embracing the sky.
The trampoline of pain, a transformative art,
Turning anguish into a launching pad for my heart.

I've harnessed the power to rise and stay.
With each rebound, I gather strength to reclaim,
The light that was dimmed, now shines with a flame
The malady was a remedy or so I can say.

So, thank you for the pain, though it once brought me low,
I learnt the beauty of a fall is to rise, to flourish and to grow.