What is timeless?
What cannot be taken from me?
On dark days I can be found weeping
Asking myself these flawed questions
We are thrust into existence
Clawing, thrashing, gasping for air
Pain is introduced to us with no invitation
So where do we find reason, passion, joy?
I cannot answer that question for everybody
I only know the answer for myself
I spiral downwards
To touch the sharp prickles
I bleed, I am poisoned
I am broken, cut and bruised
Until my body breaks completely
And I am left with a sopping mess
I pick up my heart
It has been trampled and roughed
And I begin mending
Sowing with a needle of purpose
Because I promised myself I would persist
Because I promised myself I would rebuild
I realize that moments can be infinite
I realize that nothing was mine to be taken
So what is my answer?
The challenge is my reason
The journey is my passion
The memories are my joy