Breakthrough

Here I am, thinking there is no light.

Nothing in sight.

I lost perspective, I lost hope.

What is my future?

Can I cope?

Please stop asking. Stop the torture.

Stop pushing, it is just not fair.

Oh My sign? My sign, where are you?

You are so little I can barely see you.

What is My legacy? Tell me, Is this my fight ?

Will I be strong enough to survive this? Will I find the light?

Oh where is my breakthrough?

Give me a clue.

When will I be complete?

When will I stop stumbling over my feet.

What about the fools in the world who do this to me?

But I don't care anymore.

Back in time I swore

to myself

to do whatever keeps me happy and find joy in the small.

Ready to break the wall

which has build in front of me.

You ask me, not really expecting an answer

"Well how will you do that, do what you swore?"

You tell me, hope is too small to see.

I tell you, to put on your life glasses and shine with pride and glee

Then you will see.

This is my fight

And it wouldn’t be right

To give up what I had become.

You tell me I wont survive the storm?

I smile and I tell you...well I AM the storm.