in the
small quiet
within,
i hear the cold
grip of destiny
chuckling.
a struggle against the light
a struggle against the dark
a struggle wrought of fear
a struggle with no end
others
do not see
me.
they are blinded
by the tears shed from their own struggle.
but still they would guide me in their fear.
no thank you.
i shall love the struggle,
and hear it melt away.
i will love the pain,
and see my soul rise.
i may love another,
and feel their soul rise.
i must love myself,
and then,
i might just fly
