Unnoticed, I stand, the weight of my heart dragging me down.
Time tensed and clenched its fists tight in the maximum, I became ready for ,what?
The blood traces, at the end, are the marks, engaging, nonconveying.
But even though it seems impossible, I will get up and stand tall, holding on to my power.


By digging into the depths, my path lies, gradually open.
Every step is a battlefield, the mountains of toils, the hills of my trouble, and the rough ways of concerns.

This, is just the beginning of a vulcanic inferno.
The lights of goodwill which always fights,
even when darkness approaches, or, perhaps, if doubts take shape.
You be my travelling mate who will push me through all the challenges of life.
In a voyage, and for as long as I dared and strove to be free.

The ability to see beyond, to outgrow and say goodbye.
It may seem eternal and the night seems unbearable sometimes, but it's not.
We fought bravely, and we do win battles.
For then is the time that I caress to embrace the morning light, and welcome the coming of the new day.

© jaylinestarr