The question

Pain knocks at the door, silent but loud,
Wrapped in shadows, wearing a shroud.

It asks no mercy, no offer of ease,

But one question whispered on the breeze:

"Do you really want to achieve?"

It comes like fire, it burns like stone,

Turning each dream to a heavy groan.

Yet in its flames, the truth is clear,

Only those who endure can steer.

"Do you really want to achieve?"

Each tear it wrings from weary eyes

Tests the strength that never dies.

For pain, though cruel, becomes the guide

That shapes the will you hold inside.

So when the weight grows too much to bear,

When you're lost in the ache, trapped in despair,

Listen closely, in every breath you take,

Pain is the spark, forcing you awake.

"Do you really want to achieve?"

The question echoes through your core,

It will haunt until you're sure.

For only when you've answered right,

Will pain relent and turn to light.