Pain is Sweet

Hemlock, I was forced to drink,
But bitterness, it left not in me,
But a vague feeling of failure,
With my trust in mankind.
 
Each experience taught me
The new meaning of life,
I hoped to take in my stride -
And this was the reason for my quiet.
 
Not the boiling waters
But a calm entered my blood
To live my life
And not to hurt others.
 
Once hurt -
The pain was sweet
But not so sweet
To offer others as a gift.