Ahh but how can I resent you? YOU!

Through my pain and suffering Ive learned so much. The simple act of you breaking me expanded everything I once was... creating all that I am now.

Think of it as the art of the blacksmith. You were the fire, the hammer, and the wielder of both. I was the lump of unformed, unshaped metal, open and ready to be created.

Through the fire and my heating, you broke my will, caused my solidity and hardness to melt away. With every painstaking stroke of your hammer, You destroyed and reformed all that I once was.

When the work is complete and the metal cools, the blacksmith all but abandons his work.

So is the plight of me. I no longer glow with the light of my creation, and my solid state has returned. My weakness have been corrected, and my defenses have been built upon, making me all but untouchable... yet I mourn for my creator.  

      So how could I resent you?