Strenght

    I have slipped and fallen many times through my path. My heart has been

broken in thousand parts. My ears have been tired of hearing falseness, and my eyes

irritated of seeing masks.

But then, I realized that there was fire in the ashes, and that 

 one can be reborn from it , and turn on the burness of the inner strenght.

 I also knew that that there would always be storms, but that I could fly more high

with my attitude, wiseness, and thoughts. 

That even broken, the spirit can be as strong as the oak and transcend any type

of physical or emotional slavery. Which is limitless, powerful, warm, and beautiful.