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The Beginning


As I looked up I saw a dark path.

One trodden and crossed over, pieces missing here and there.

Yet in the middle stood a light beckoning me to come.

Leading me forward I watched all of my live flash before my eyes.

Moments, seconds, instances all changing another aspect of my life.

 

So I began contemplating all of my choices and decisions, as my chosen fate was nearing.

Cold swept over me and I was no longer myself,

But the hollow shell of a broken soul watching the events unfold.

Though I pushed and pulled, screamed, yelled and cried I could not return.

The hands that held me were too strong.  

 

They only pulled me down.

Farther and farther until I was staring into the eyes of my inner demons.

Opening their mouths wide with laugher,

I could see nothing but ice cold darkness.

It was then that I knew I was losing this battle and being overcome.

 

Forces of nature just saw fit to make me feel every bit of what I gave.

Good became bad and bad became good.

Light was becoming dark.

 

All around me seeing the changes in people.

Everyone doubting me, staring at me;

No faith, no trust, and no hope.

 

Pieces started breaking more and more.

Now I know I can’t fight anymore.

Bowing slowly I began my forfeit.

                                                                                                                                                                                     

As I saw fit to give up and lose the battle;

A sudden flash of light thrust me up into another plane.

In this plane there was nothingness.

But in this nothingness I found within me a solution,

And the power to fight.

 

I gathered all my strength, power, spirit, and force and fought my hardest.

Throwing up my sword of light and my shield of spirit I saw the inner struggle reversed.

No longer am I the victim, but the victor and survivor.

And my journey through my new life has only truly just begun.

This the beginning of what I hope is the new end.

 

 

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