Glorious suffering

I would think that I'm not the only person that agrees that painful experiences has suprising teaching properties. Somehow or another, we just seem to learn so much more from experiences as compared to the text book. Some people call it trial and error, some people call it learning from mistakes. I call it glorious suffering. When we undergo bitter moments, we are transformed to be a different person; one who looks at life from a different perspective and does not succumb to the ethos of the world. Someone once said that "we'll never learn the meaning of life unless we go through pain"
I wrote a poem for english week entitled glorious suffering. Its definitely not a wonderfully authored poem, but I tried my best to put it into words. Here goes :

When unforseen trials and tribulations befall me,
I resentfully scorn the circumstances that be,
And in despair, I silently curse my fate,
And endure the wrath that trouble creates,
I look up to heaven to seek justification,
I have wronged noone, why should this be my portion?
I am innocent, I will be vindicated,
And have everything return as if the day never started,
But my ceaseless cries echo throughout the heavens,
The day turns bleak; my future- uncertain,
But wisdom; she tells me of a different story,
That a ray of hope shines incessantly,
For trouble comes, then it goes,
It passes swiftly like shifting shadows,
Leaving behind footprints of transfiguration,
Forever changing the ground it has trodden,
For beyond my reflection reveals a bloke,
Featured like me, having my scope,
If not for trouble, I am not 'me',
The person I am supposed to be,
So when unforseen trials and tribulations befall me,
Be it as it may, contended I will be,
With maturity, I've learned to accept my fate,
And travel the endless path that patiently awaits,
And learn from the little lessons that trouble inparts,
For the things that hurt, they instruct.