It blinds, deafens, weakens, and hurts.
It deprives of coherency, literacy, rationality, and thought.
It is rarely patient and often cruel.
It causes envy and pride in most.
It is often seen as evil and dishonest.
It injures, wounds, impairs, and cuts.
Yet while it does all these
It strengthens, lifts, pleases, and builds.
It fortifies sympathy, kindness, compassion, and heart.
It is rarely vindictive and never foul.
It causes desire and delight in most.
It is often seen as beautiful and pure.
It repairs, enhances, mends, and heals.
It has brought kings to their knees
And peasants to their feet
It gives the weak wings to fly
And makes the strong humble
It is worth dying for
And even worth crying for
It leaves no room for hate
But can be the reason for it
And above all else
It is the difference between
existence
And life.
You have the gift as far as I am concerned. This is good mature poetry. My regards.