Strife Taught Me Well

How I fought to justify myself, my actions and my words trying to prove that I had reason to seek vengeance for my hurt. I felt owed for what was taken, I felt wronged, broken, forsaken I seemed forgotten in the course of life a castaway in slow decay no certain trail, no destination going wherever,coming what may. My battles only wearied me, scarred my bruised and battered bones, like victim and offender divided the war within the enemy I had to learn to let down my gaurd to fight the fear that froze my heart, not to bury myself holding on to everything that did me me wrong. To uncover forgiveness and leave behind, to take not what I would not give, and everyday to keep in mind our struggles teach us how to live. .