A Ramshackle Masquerade

Contrary faces, a ramshackle masquerade. Strengths stance unwavering in face, though weakness taunts, gaining momentum to take its place. "Fear nothing but fear it's self" the age old adage turns battle cry for the seat of life. Roots digging deeper through sinking soil, as foliage trembles and falls to sediment vanishing. Excavating fortitudes treasure chest. A variable whose values are solutions of a cantankerous equation. Stubborn blindness finds it's voice, defying the obvious with a song of a soldier marching to momentums tune. I will overcome this too! Hope... my unequivocal tool. Putting on the cloak of courage, masked in warriors paint. Face to the wind, feet planted on the edge of an unknown. Leaping into the land of no promises. Strength repudiating the weaker course Contrary faces, a ramshackle masquerade. Accusation poised on the wind, what if, what about when... ? Suddenly, a stump balanced on frail prosthesis. Panic steals the lungs before breath can form; drips of perspiration follow the path of memories lines across weathered cheeks. When ripened groves of wisdom remember battles won. Once again... Contrary faces, a ramshackle masquerade. Which face will know the victory in the challenges that L i t t e r My way. Perhaps some cobblestone shade of grey will someday shade this contrary face, In this ramshackle masquerade.