Sometimes it feels hard to breathe
As of the world has conspired to push me down
A weight lies heavy on my soul.
The candle of hope burns low,
Sputters out.
Yet there have been darker days than this.
Where hell's fires burned black.
My soul in tatters.
Shredded into so many pieces
That it seemed there was no way for it to be mended.
And yet...
Hitting my lowest point
And clawing my way back up
A tattered Phoenix burned and scarred by the flames
Gives me strength
This, and only this makes me find my inner strength once more.
What made, and makes, me weak
Makes me stronger than you could imagine.
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
Sometimes it feels hard to breathe
As of the world has conspired to push me down
A weight lies heavy on my soul.
The candle of hope burns low,
Sputters out.
Yet there have been darker days than this.
Where hell's fires burned black.
My soul in tatters.
Shredded into so many pieces
That it seemed there was no way for it to be mended.
And yet...
Hitting my lowest point
And clawing my way back up
A tattered Phoenix burned and scarred by the flames
Gives me strength
This, and only this makes me find my inner strength once more.
What made, and makes, me weak
Makes me stronger than you could imagine.