The Depth of a Soul..

In the heart of a warrior. The focus, and grit. Giving up is not an option, Giving in is unheard of. Fighting till the end, Pushing to your final limits. I've heard the call, and I've risen up. Time to fight. The enemy is clear, The way is open. Knowing when to stop, to come back around and try again. Standing up, and never sitting down. The goal is clear, your gait is set. Everyday, and every moment You you face the challenge, and relish in it's repose. I move to find, Seek to see. I wont give up, and I wont give in. I have the heart of a warrior. Focused, and unrelenting. Its not just about winning, but it's about conquering. I've spent my time meandering. But not anymore. NOT anymore.  I will stand back up, and I wont give in. I am who I set out to be. This has been a long time coming, and has been for sometime. This time, is my time. I'm done apologizing, Done feeling sorry. I have repented, I have forgi

A chance, The chance? Learning how to jump. Or figuring out what it is that's worthy of jumping for? Crippling something before it started, Or maybe not jumping because you're scared? That's why it's called a leap of faith. It scared me once or twice that you weren't willing to. But out of respect I wouldn't ever say other wise. Who am I to tell you what to do? No one. You can't be told how to feel, Or to act. So it ends with you. Just not feeling to the extent possible. Or not wanting to I guess.. The ledge has been there. Soon there won't be anyone to jump for. Unless you find someone new. For this someone might not be able to catch you. That's if you don't do it soon... If you can't take that leap, Then I have to back out. I don't want to be ahead of you. I can't do that again. For I've done something similar to it before. You're worth it for me. But I'll have to take my space. And pr

I didn't know you, but yet I knew you. The hope of a better tomorrow, the light on your face, the brightness of your eyes. Your sister would have loved.. The thought of you being here is but a smile I can only hope to witness again. You are gone, You are gone... The timing was wrong, The thought's nothing but pain. The idea of, the hope of. It's not fair, for so many reasons. And so it feels like, It feels like... Heavens so far away, and nobody cares. The World's grown cold, and I'm still here. The thoughts are fleeting, but the pain is still there. I haven't dealt with it, I ran from the thoughts.. Now it's here. The thought of holding your sister, and knowing you could have been.. I'm hoping that you were given another chance, That somehow, someway, You were given another home. A home with two loving parents, functionality. It would't have been that way with us, A broken home to be, A broken world to co