The strength to overcome you own past.
The valued lessons learned.
The corage to move on unknown paths.
All extremely noble and yet i write in content...
Might ... A word i face myself every day, a struggle to not give in.
To despair , rage, pain so deep it makes you want to bleed to death to stop the feeling.
It is a word reserved for those who have walked an unease path in the mystyrie of life itself.
And yet it is simply a word, it should not hold so much strength...
And yet i feel it mocks me.
Or maybe , most likely i am being too sensative.
After all it is just a word , is it not ?