As the night falls into the wind,as time whispers my name and the earth touches my open wounds.I embrace all that I am,for as time passes each minute to second,I know I am amzing,I am unique,olden,and mature.I am beautiful in so many ways.Truly strong,and rare.I am a man of morals,a man of virtue,and honor.I live by many codes and I am willing to sacrifice all that I am to protect the ways of the old.I live for humanity.I walk for compassion,and my path is solely for spirit.But as each minute passes I feel the reflection of a thousand words,a temptation of warmth,and darkness alike.But as harmony swiftly sings my worn spirit to rest and yet I sit alone every night knowing that each day brings me closer to the fight,the battle internal and spiritual.I know soon time will test me and my knowledge.I know death touches my scarred skin,and life breathes my body to fight.But sadly I am a wounded healer.
As each day progresses I live slowly noticing things others miss,I feel it,see it,and call to it all.The very essense of energy and purity within people and spirit.I find myself always loving life,accepting it all and learning from it.In due hours I feel a deep sadness to the heart,mind,and spirit.For as I grow older,wiser,and weaker,I realize I've done so much in this short lifespan,and I have touched and helped so many,but in times of need I always take the beating,removing the hurt and suffering from the flesh and spirit,I bleed for so many and I am honored to do so.I feel the need to weep now,I hurt so damn much,I just and tired and in need of an embrace.We are do bidding and well mine is daily and strong,but I wish people could understand what I do,and notice the fight I give for virtue and protection of so many ways of life.I am rare and not many walk as I do.I am proud, of it all.
I wish to lie down in defeat to accept this hurt,and let it consume me but my spirit denies it,and pushes forward.I feel like I am upon the ground bleeding for what I believe in,and slowly dying,close to the surface of walking Horizon Road.Alone,and afraid I feel.I am light but it grows dim.It flows away like memories upon a fire.I only ask who will embrace me when I fall.Who????????/ who cares for me?
As each day progresses I live slowly noticing things others miss,I feel it,see it,and call to it all.The very essense of energy and purity within people and spirit.I find myself always loving life,accepting it all and learning from it.In due hours I feel a deep sadness to the heart,mind,and spirit.For as I grow older,wiser,and weaker,I realize I've done so much in this short lifespan,and I have touched and helped so many,but in times of need I always take the beating,removing the hurt and suffering from the flesh and spirit,I bleed for so many and I am honored to do so.I feel the need to weep now,I hurt so damn much,I just and tired and in need of an embrace.We are do bidding and well mine is daily and strong,but I wish people could understand what I do,and notice the fight I give for virtue and protection of so many ways of life.I am rare and not many walk as I do.I am proud, of it all.
I wish to lie down in defeat to accept this hurt,and let it consume me but my spirit denies it,and pushes forward.I feel like I am upon the ground bleeding for what I believe in,and slowly dying,close to the surface of walking Horizon Road.Alone,and afraid I feel.I am light but it grows dim.It flows away like memories upon a fire.I only ask who will embrace me when I fall.Who????????/ who cares for me?
lucine:
beautifully written.
it paints a wonderful picture.
it paints a wonderful picture.
zyren:
the ones that claim to be compassionate and loyal become the opposite when they are with me..which then become asses.