A Fresh Feeling.
As i pick up the pen for the first time in years,
The silence from the walls speaks to my ears,
Like a new life emerging, after all these years,
But not a rebirth, a fresh start, with fresh tears.
Complexities burn into simplicities,
Pain shatters from its own shame,
Gluttony starves and becomes glory,
*Fear is destroyed never to release here.
Courage flowing like the heat of an eternal flame,
I jump into the icy water,*
To feel it solidify below my feet.
With a new found grasp,
I trudge on ahead,
A goal already set.
This feeling will deflect words of hate,
This feeling lets me make my own fate,
I'll not let this one fade,
Even if i walk in the shade.
The stature of a man is not decided by the size of his fists, but by how he uses them.