I have risen from my ashes, only to be doused. I've gotten up from my knees again, brushing myself off. The beatings that I suffered, left me scarred and in self doubt. I've wiped my tears alone, and strengthened my resolve. I've cried alone and wondered what's the meaning of it all. My dreams have taken shape forming bridges when I've failed, to cross the many barriers some of which I've scaled. I've learned so much about this life I know my will is strong. I've often wondered why so much of me was wronged. As far back as I remember I've seen so many things. I don't understand it all, the weight that wisdom brings. This knowledge wasn't learned until later in my life. I've often spent time pondering, how the hell did I survive? Very early I was told before that I was special see, the many joys that I could bring to others in their need. But no one told me afterwards that those around me changed. They sought not to nurture me but to torment me and shame. Not to teach me unconditional but to eagerly disdain. They weren't benevolent no more. They were Evil simply plain. They sought to use me entirely. To conjure and to train only for their rotten personal gain. They wanted me explicitly to harbor all...