"Rejoice for the Grey" (A poem)

How could you grow from an imp
To a Saint?
If you hadn't the time
To learn how to
Give thanks.
If you hadn't the time
To rationalize 
Sympathize 
Realize
Or think.
How could you rise from the darkness 
To light
If you hadn't the time 
To crawl out of your flesh?
If you hadn't the time 
To live 
Love 
Or confess?
Things do seem hard
But it's been harder before.
One must fight onward 
To learn how to soar.
One must know fire
To understand ice.
And one must learn harshly
To teach sacrifice.
For a life that's worth living
One must live for each day.
Be glad for the in-between.
Rejoice for the Grey.
The misery and sufferings 
Will all one day cease.
When time is all over 
And dread starts to leave,
You'll long for the moments
That you got to breathe.
So embrace all the darkness 
And reach for the stars.
Give thanks for the madness 
The weird,
And bizarre.
It makes you 
Who you are,
And you're hard to regret.
And you do have the time
To be proud of your scars.
So don't be discouraged 
If you're not
Proud yet. 

-Butterfly 

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