Pain, it has consumed me. Yet breaking free I see that there is light. I have been robbed. Taken from me, things sacred. And I am scarred. But I am not scared.
I will stand, the light within me finding freedom. There is good. I will find what I can do, and I will do it, for the betterment of the world. My tears will be like rain, relief and refreshment to the bitter earth, and my heart.
My soul will find it’s wings, and take flight, letting nothing of your words pluck my feathers. I will be of the stars, and when you look to the sky you will find me there. A constellation.
My fears will show me truth instead of lies. They will be a thing of peace, that I may use as my guide.
My broken bones and pain will be my teachers. They will show me what life is. They will give to me a window to peace.
In the darkness, no longer will there be demons. There will be my own thoughts, and they will be like a heartbeat, bringing to me comfort.
My cries will be a symphony of tribulation. Look, I have come from this with strength.
See, what life has given me I have taken, and it will pave my path.
Yes, I am alone. Yet all of us are lonely travelers.
I have been honored by your companionship up this mount.
Even though you have met me, you fell back, and took from me.
But I only learned.
You did not clip my wings,
you see, I am still flying.
Your arrows become pins and your poison like water, fit for me to drink, bringing me nourishment.
See, I am with the light.
It is easy to fall from it.
It’s safer in the darkness.
But I am stronger here.
And when I reach the top of this mountain, and look out over the world I have come from, I hope you will be at my side.
It’s a beautiful world.
Even the fires are refining.