Age makes us more experienced

Youth is what makes one innocent

In Between Such Lines

Lie Rebellion, Toxic Experimentation, and Developing Personas

Our souls grow weary

We question our place

We bask in a Meditation sauna

Finding strength to regain our grip on sanity

Eyes now wide open

We quickly fix our broken pieces

In our lives

Catching up to make up for lost years

Are we too late?

To outrun obsolescence fears?

Trailing us like a bad thunderstorm

Clouds seen lurking on the horizon

This is where strength and true bravery are found

From that last bit of strength within ourselves

We will fight back

Walking through the rains

Enduring a hail of critics and inner doubts

“Is this all that you’ve got?!”

Our voice echoes in our minds….

In our most critical moments…

A cheerful and warrior-like shout.