Never a fragile moment for me

A more uplifting reflection on the issue's of my past.

Here in this lost expanse I once sat; awaiting the judgment of what I once meant.  Like a child dying I awaited in fear, never having known a moments solace in the silence of my tears.  The world became cold and I knew I was alone.  My life fell into darkness and I had no way of coming back home.  The doors of my life shut themselves away and I let myself die over and over a little more each day. 

 

     I haven’t forgotten those years, never for even a moment.  But I can look back on them now and see that I was never broken.  I lost those I loved and lost what tears remained, but I have awoken from that dark hell to be life’s master again.  I know this is a poor rhyme and these words may sound hollow, but I shall never let go of the memories before when my life wasn’t so shallow.  And now that I rise in this land of my kindred, I find peace in the knowledge that still I cannot be hindered. 

 

     I have retaken the lessons of my past.  I have engrossed myself in the spirit of the wise.  My faith has been on fire since I left a once and frozen hell, and I have found myself stronger in the spirits of my old world.  Now it doesn’t matter for who thinks of what.  Most fail to have meaning as what they are has finally to shone.  What remains of those years are memories trial, when lesser people of lesser virtue tried to remove me from themselves.  But memories are strong, and some are truly beautiful and I have grand ones before them and great ones still forming. 

 

     These are my last words as to those years of tested moments.  I am strong and I am wiser and I can say little more.  But for those who stock, who lie bitter with saviors; you were never needed and I simply wasn’t that fragile.