Much Gratitude

Thank you for the anguish, the scars and disdain,
For it was in those depths, I resisted in pain.
For every tear shed, every sleepless night,
I grew stronger within, ready to take flight.

Your actions painted wounds, bleeding and raw,
Yet within those wounds, seeds of strength I saw.
So in a way, your torment did me a favor,
Unleashing a flame, an unyielding endeavor.

Though it didn't feel like gratitude back then,
I find solace in knowing I've surpassed the den.
Thank you for nothing, and yet, thanks for something,
For in the trials endured, resilience began blooming.

So thank you, in a twisted way I guess.

Thank you for making me feel worthless. For had not you done so it would have never pushed me, to catapult, me to find myself worth.
So in a way all that you put me through has done me a favor. Even though at the time that's not how it felt. I guess I should thank you. Thanks for nothing, yet thanks for something.