Monday, April 13, 2009
For all that you gave me.
For all that you took away.
For everyone who made me.
In spite of everything that broke me.
Against the act of pretence.
Against the need of self defense.
Outside the boundaries of your imagination.
Beyond the circles of your limitations.
Against all winds that will hit me hard.
With all breezes that will be my guard.
You are strong.
You will try.
I am humble.
I will resist.
But I won’t cry.
I will hold on.
Because I know the show must go on.
We don't know.
Who amongst us will win.
But choosing not to fight you,
Will be nothing short of sin.
There are no wrongs to avenge.
There are no rights to justify.
But now that we are in the battlefield,
Might as well give each other a good fight.