Not Misfortunes.

Life had its share of mischiefs with me.

Mischief, not misfortunes.

Friends took me for granted.

Available any time -

A shoulder to cry, and helping hand, partner in crime.

Yet, 'favours' weren't reciprocal.

They chose the way their luck played.

But mom told me not to step out of my line.

To be be straight forward and shine.

When in fact, experiences robed me off my sheen.

I was labbled, bullied and billittled.

For beliving, for behaving and being forbearing.

They made fun of my appearence,  my attitude, and my thoughts.

Even those memories hurts.

Yet my mom said, forgive and let go.

And I lived with the burns ever after.

Continued my quest for better friends, for freedom.

Gently brewed my wisdom.

Not misfortunes but life's mischiefes.

I didn't let any of it weigh me down.

I smiled, walked by and laughed with them.

Quietly turned them into lessons.  

And preserved their essence.

I didn't let their actions grow on me.

I grew instead to rise above them. 

Sacrifices and forgiveness are my traits - Habits hard to leave.

It's not misfortunes, just lifes mischief.

And I face them and move on.

For they dont have to define me, I found new meanings all along.