Friends with Stress

Been trying all along,
Been suffering the suffer.
Seen ways on the run,
Seen high dreams buffer.

I can wait no longer,
that I feel much stronger,
I can ace this test,
without being any wronger.
but I hate to detest,
to work with much stress,
as stress it has given me,
the power to arrest.
A paradox, they suggest
which would be my biggest,
suffering and thus,
I love all this stress. 

To cope with my strengths,
to play with my fears,
I hope for the best,
without shedding tears.

Back then, I had felt,
Larger than life,
With much, I had dealt,
to sow this inner strife. 
But I won't let it pour,
and I won't let it rain,
on the work I adore,
on the skill that I gain.
Staying up all night,
Never slept too long,
for if days were a phrase,
then nights were a song. 

"you're all set to go, buddy",
Said stress, hoping to bid farewell without mess.
"time is the best teacher", they all said.
But even time is futile until mixed with stress.