Friday, July 10, 2009

I persevere

Am I more than the sum of my fears, the outcome of my insecurities?
Am I the product of my tears, the bane of my existence?
My own personal blight
If the meaning of my life, my eye never see, and my mind never comprehend
Am I, then, reduced to squalor?
Nothing but Inconsequential filth caught in cyclical drudgery
Cyclical pain
Cyclical steps without reciprocal gain
If my tomorrow is yesterday’s image of my man in the mirror,
Then what does my future hold?
Death, disdain, displeasure?
Fate choose none, for I am both fire and water
Consumer of all parts, swallower of the whole
Unmoved by what this existence may breed
Fear, pain, and doubt - I take into my soul and breath back
Until my spirit floats, like many ribbons in the sky
Free, blithe, and unfettered
For I choose strength over weakness
Courage bourn through the fire – I persevere