I find myself in a crowded room.
A lonesome and chaotic reasoning,
clacking, humming and speaking.
A painful tumultuous clamber.
One that my mind sits in dazedly.
Alone among friends, in a feeling,
always strange and shocking.
In all the years, and through to this day.
The same is always new, and biting.
Never forgiving is life speaking,
in words, places, and people.
Finding yourself everyday, couldn't be
a more redundant, and startling shock.
Easier is death than to survive against,
in the failing of this day's light.
Hope for the survivors of this tormented living.
Through all in love, and at times faltered reasonings.
Live a full life, in yesterday, today,
and every tomorrow.
Live with the belief that if today sucks,
tomorrow won't, and if it does!
Then maybe the next won't, or the next, or the next.
Believe in it, it's Hope, Love, and a hard won day's Freedom.
Hero's are made in adversity. We know it, We Live it.
A triumph is a hero's resolving to LIVE.
(10-24-10)
