Ramblings of Experience

All that hurts is not bitter,
When you think everything is lost,
The fear grips you and in blood slithers,
When promise of salvation is in the frost,
Within your spirit a will shall awaken,
A shadow from darkness shall spring,
Reacquired will be that was taken,
Your will shall once again, be king.

Unyielding shall be your tempest belief,
Undaunted shall be thy hope!
Mourn your losses in depth but in brief,
For there lies the end of your rope,
In the very depth of loss, lies the advent,
The advent of your rise and serenity,
In those times of turmoil, do not lament,
Within the sorrow grows your identity!

Every wandering thought is potent,
Infinite are the possibilities of time,
Survive & endure the thoughts: so ardent,
Rise from your own filth and grime,
Embrace the inferno that hast risen,
Into action let your thoughts spring,
Claim the due for the time taken,
Your Will, shall once again, be King.