A high pitched siren rang out in the distance A tree limb snapped and flew upwards I stood before the storm Head held high and defiant Challenging the maelstrom to a duel of wits Shouting "You may churn you evil beast You may bring death and destruction But YOU WILL NOT take me!"
The wind howled in agitated reply Tossing me high up into the sky Where rain turned to sleet Which turned to ice Freezing my flesh While simultaneously lacerating With razor precision The word "*****" Upon my flesh
Then... I fell...
Into the storm wall I lashed out Imagining the cataclysm but a normal summer shower I imposed my will and shaped the storm Shouting "This life is mine alone. I am my own light and I live for myself. So take your darkness and destruction and go. For I am ***** to no man nor beast... ...I, am FREE!"
Then it was that the storm died with me That day as I hit the ground Never to return nor destroy For I had finally defeated death and destruction By embracing life and all its pain
We all face that inner storm, that wall that likes to hold us back. Whether it is addiction or depression or the federal government we all face crucibles in life that ultimately define our character. Bravery, therefore, is the fearlessness to accept a challenge and refuse to back down holding firm and constant values.
Be brave in your life and face your crucible. Empower your values and shout "YOU WILL NOT CONTROL ME!" It is there you will find yourself truly free.
He emerged from his cave Parched and sallow For captive he had been Chained in place and staked Detained within the deepest confines Of the mines beneath the earth
There his world was of shadow Formed from flames and ideas Corporeal yet intangible Dancing upon the cave wall And within the nothing beyond Moved the shapes and figures That cast the shadow of his reality
Yet he was not to be contained For a mind restrained cannot refrain From understanding the concepts For their forms And the one form he had not yet found Was called freedom
So he escaped his cave and emerged A hero For he had seen past the shadows of his life And seen into the beautiful world Beyond the constraints of base perspective And there he found the sun
Blinded, the man stumbled His eyes in shock from sensory overload Freedom was bright He thought as he stood straight To face the new day His first day Free to understand a world Without the misconceptions That arise from the preconceptions That define his reality
Were we all to see the world as this man...
To see things for their foundational ideas or concepts allows one to truly comprehend ones reality.
Stolen on the wings of the canary Soaring within the clouds And bouncing within hidden canopies Is a song known only to the sun And certain flowers
Trapped, the song pleads In early morning And in the dusk of shadows "Hear me sing 'o lonely forest!" Yet, sadly she found there was nobody to serenade
Frantic, the canary ruffled her feathers Searching for just one ear; One soul willing to listen to her precious Color held captive
You see, it was yellow what stole the canary For its song had long since seduced her Dying the white of her genesis golden After months spent dancing In tune to swaying southern honeysuckle Or simply chasing the setting sun Soaking up every sweet note Of yellows orchestra
Defeated, the canary found a secluded tree Alone atop a barren mountain And sang one final time "Hear me sing 'o lonely earth For I have taken that which is yours and have made it mine!" She spread her petite wings, Each feather a ray of sunlight, "Hear me sing, for you 'o mighty mother Are the only one willing to listen..."
Then, the canary cried And with each tear dropped Individual notes in shades of yellow As her feathers bleed revealing her true self A pristine white Unblemished by the envy of color Finding she was finally satisfied With her own song
It's in the quiet moments that we dwell Kneeling from the weight of countless burdens Imagining atlas as he stood proud after shrugging Thinking and gathering the courage necessary To do what is required regardless of the strain We heave in determined concentration At first making no discernible impact until... Progress and a shift in consciousness as peace Begins to peak over a distant horizon Silhouetting our boulders in stark contrast To the warmth and radiance of contentment And with one final push we shrug our burdens Catching them in waiting opened hands For we realized through the trials of atlas That his mistake was dropping his weight Instead of accepting responsibility for his actions
It's okay to shrug so long as we keep in mind that some weight can only be lifted by us
Seamless we fray Torn at the seems Ripped to shreds As love shears Our minds And hearts Yet mere cuts Do little to lacerate The magnetism That bonds two souls Stronger than any rending Splitting or slashing Capable of separating Or dividing Our two hearts From splicing
A dim haze silhouetted the mire A gurgling burble swirled beneath A twirled stump rotten in decay A deer struggled frantic to escape A high pitched wailing and flailing A deep moan and groan followed by A silence A stench welled up as flesh decayed A harsh hiss as the acid fizzed A fetid fragrance that wafted to join A dim haze that silhouetted the mire