Riding with an axe in the handle? Hold on!

In the palm of each soul, unfolds a brand new story;

The radiance in each face, singing verses of His glory.

How, when, in what and why we're different,

No mortal can think and tell;

Yet, in one heart lie our roots,

The deepest depth of our shell.

When petals go on to bloom,

And their sweetness go on to lose;

Who is it that staunchly objects,

Beautiful dew instead to choose?

Who is it, in innocence, suffering their several pricks?

Who reflects back the meanness spewing in their kicks?

You rose from the ashes

I just heard the voice of a friend.

It reminded me of ME from a while back.

It touched a part of my soul that has stayed shut.

When life goes on, we forget where we came from.

No, we don't truly forget.

We just choose not to remember.

Remember all that you have tackled?

Remember where you rose from?

Remember the ashes that almost became YOU?

THAT is how strong you are.

Identify your true self

You understand that something is different.

But you don't want to believe it to be true.

Don't let denial hold on to you for long.

Time is of the essence.

We have worked so very hard to get to where we are.

I could get down on my knees and cry with you, too.

But this is war.

There isn't an iota of space for any emotional drama.

I refuse to surrender for as long as I am alive.

It doesn't matter if we've got to start from scratch.

We will build a larger, stronger empire- faster.

They say it's impossible

To me, the word "impossible" is just a huge truckload of nonsense.

I'm furious at being treated like a loser.

Don't care to think I'm giving up though.