Out of the darkness, the light is born

Out of the darkness,
The light is born,
Without the stain of hardship,
We would not grow strong enough,
To stand in the light,
Walking along the edge of the abyss,
Stumbling our way in what feels like,
The forever darkness,
Tinkering on this edge of madness and despair,
Not knowing that each step we fight for,
Will make us shine even brighter in the light,
For every pain that we endure,
That leaves a battle scar,
Upon our spirit,
We are often fixated by what we have lost,
Rather than what we are becoming,
The darkness is unforgiving,
But only if we let it win,
The darkness isn’t there to destroy us,
But to test us,
With every wave it hits us,
We grow back stronger,
For the day we are ready to embrace the light,
Out of the darkness,
The light is born.


Climbing the mountain

The wind trying to blow me off my feet,
As I strive to stay alive
It doesn’t know defeat,
Nor do I,
As I see with my eye,
The peak of the mountain,
As I climb over the rocks,
It feels me with shock,
The cold numbing my fingers,
And as it lingers,
Sapping the heat from my body,
Like I’m a nobody,
As I grit my teeth,
Over this big feat,
I will not despair,
As I dare,
To reach the peak,
Inch by inch,
Meter by meter,
I climb higher and higher,
Even though it feels dire,
I’ll never lose this fire,
It feels like forever,
To reach the peak,
But as I look down,
I see doom,
But I am the boss,
Is this my cross,
As I fight to stay alive,
And reach for the peak,
I am afraid to speak,
My hand grips for the peak,
And I pull with all my might,
So that I will be able to see the sight,
Gritting my teeth,
Muscles straining,
Energy draining,
Why is it raining,
I slip,
And my feet are dangling of this cliff,
With doom beneath my feet,
I can almost smell defeat,
My fingers are torn,
Muscles are screaming,
I ain’t dreaming,
I pull
And pull
And pull,
Myself over the peak,
Above the raindrops,
Struggling to catch my breath,
Escaping the world of death,
As I see the world,
Beneath my feet,
Oh what a treat,
I see the sun shining on the world,
It’s beautiful rays washing down the world in golden colour,
And I wonder,
Where all the darkness went,
I hear the call of the golden eagle,
Flying above my head,
His feathers glistening in the golden rays,
He ain’t no stray,
I watch the eagle,
Fly higher and higher,
Above the true mountain peak,
And I sigh,
To the divine,
Following the golden eagle,
To the peak

The darkness in my blood

I can feel the darkness blooming.

Deep inside,
Spewing out,
Each and every pore.

Like a poison.

Wanting to corrupt each and every fibre,
Of my being.

This toxin,
Is All consuming.

Wants to bring me crashing down,
Hurtling me underground.

But I won’t let it,
keep me down.

I’ll use it to keep on fighting.

This toxins spreading,
I won’t go down,
I’ll keep on fighting.

This poison

That’s trying to destroy, my very being,
I will not stay underground,
I am a fighter.

This venom.

That courses through my veins,
Will not stop me.
I’ll use it.
To keep on fighting.

As I am the fighter.

The Darkness thinks that it has won,
Filling you with fear,
But I am in control,
For I’m the fighter

Bound by Chains

These chains they use to keep me in the dark,
Constricting tighter and tighter,
The only sound clinking and dinking,
As I’m sinking into the mud,
I am proud of who I am,
But everyone else is ashamed of who they are,
These chains are constricting,
Forcing me to conform,
But I am anything but the norm,
Trying to make me sign the form,
The more they pull on these chains,
The more I view them with disdain,
These chains are digging into my wrists,
Life is nothing but a big twist,
Until I start bleeding,
Drop by drop,
Trying to make me submit,
As there is a pool of blood,
Under my knees,
They think I am crying,
But they are lying,
I am not dying,
I force myself to stand upon my feet,
And they kick me down to the floor,
I will not beg on my knee,
For I am free,
To be me,
I stand upon my feet,
Starring them in the eyes,
In defiance,
And I roar,
Because I have the strength of Thor,
To break the chains from before,
Muscles tight,
I break it with all my might,
Sound of it breaking,
Is music to my ears,
Which encompasses their fears,
As I hear the chain clucking and dinging,
To the floor,
The world had better watch,
For I am free to be me

What is life without the will

Without the drive to survive,
Are you willing to just die,
Without the dream to succeed,
Is life nothing but a scream,
Is life without the will,
All about paying the bills,
Without that fear,
Can you bear to protect what you most hold dear,
Without the obstacle of the mountain,
How can we ever reach the fountain.

Loved and never forgotten

To the lady of the house,
Who was always kind,
And always caring,
One of a kind,
Who loved painting,
And was never without a glass of white,
She didn’t have to enter our world,
When it was just us and dad,
But that who she was,
The lady with the warmest soul,
Forever in our hearts

Peak of life

When the sun is shining,
Through a cloudy day,
Or when you dry and parched mouth,
Is finally quenched,
With fresh cold water,
Or you’ve finally reached the peak,
After climbing the highest mountain,
You learn in those moments,
That life is full,
Life is precious,
Live your life