Fearless
Cold is the Winter that covers me
Dark is the fist that bludgeons my soul
No matter the punishments this curse may inflict
I will arise whole
Though my spirit be torn and ripped to shreds
My head bloody, bruised and pierced
My spirit rejected and flung aside
My eyes will show no tears
For beyond this Wall of wrath and pain
Is but the shadow of its existence
I must climb it, conquer it and overcome
Fearless, focused, persistent
Matters not how mighty the challenge
Or the width of the shade it throws
I control my destiny
This path I walk alone
-by me, David... at 18:58pm, Wednesday, 04 Sept 2013
