Where does this strong will to overcome the impossible come from?
How do I still refuse to give in, even after this life’s many attempts
to break me?
How can I still instill more hope in another, when I have maintained
even less for myself?
Where does this strength come from?
Where does this will to rise above the great below exist within my
heart?
How am I finding the words to say "My life will not be a tragedy!"
I have been digging deeper down into the hole of my past for the longest
time now, somehow still managing to stand above the empty past that hides deep
within.
This devouring hole that holds my past hopes, my past desires, my past
fears, my past life; my past me.
It has taken every ounce of spirit I possess to keep from throwing
myself back in, to close my eyes and succumb to gravity, and to the ghosts of
my past.
All this time I have been digging a hole that held contents I thought I
knew, contents that were thought to be dark and impossible; not these strange
treasures.
There is a light emanating from what I have found, a place within this
empty hole that doesn’t claw at me with the greedy talons of Time The Thief.
It is within this place that I unknowingly uncovered the compassion of
strangers and friends. The inspiration that can be found in watching another
fight for more than their own limitations.
I have uncovered the truth that memories alone cannot break my will, and
the powerful words that say "I am what I choose to be".
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