MIght 1


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 ?


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