Sometimes, you had thrown me to the wolves,
For reasons unknown,
And tested my resilience.
Put my back on the wall,
By throttling my confidence,
And highlighted my disarrayed face.
Put me on trial,
For noncommitted crimes,
And exiled me to an abysmal state of mind.
Plotted revenge for deeds,
Done with fair intention but gone horribly wrong,
And charred my lively heart.
Forestalled my triumph,
Which could have brought my salvation,
By coaxing me to do self defeating acts.
When I needed guidance most,
And bloodied my feets on the path of thorns.
And yet, and yet,
I hold you dear at my heart,
As you have taught me ,
To play this unfair game with apolomb,
And savour the occassional slices of happiness.