this may enhance your reading pleasure:
I have become my shelter from this storm, my legs have become strong, I can stand on my own.
My horizons no longer hold smoke and ruins, broken things and deflated dreams and bricked up ego, in it’s place are green grass and open space in which to build and develop the little boy that never got off of his knees.
No more waiting for hand outs and allowance, gone is the surrender of power to the undeserving, the belittling of self in accordance to ankle deep social criterion was last night.
Gone is never knowing when to laugh or cry, grey skies now threaten inclement weather and not deep holes from in which to climb out.
Weakness is no longer a character flaw, but a select moment in time when strength is not needed.
I am more than collection of body parts acting as one, I am a son, a cousin, a nephew, a friend, a mate, a thinker. I am a visionary with hopes of leaving this place for the next, I am the wind.
Though battle worn I be war ready, my weapons are thought and passion, my defense is knowing I have looked at death and it no longer controls.
The love of life is something I have never known and still not fully realized, but I still continue to get up and carry on and in that, I have grown.