I look into the gray...

Thrusted back,
by the hand of the devil.
Without a blink,
my bare feet can take me back up.
-Impossible to think.

Inhaling what is given,
absorbing this sweet drug.
Created by hands,
of the almighty above.

Creating adrenaline of strength and gratitude,
allowing me to walk through the hand.
His drug of stamina through tribulation,
that of which enables us to keep our stand.

Walking down the road,
as the wind blows against me.
Spreading my fingers,
allowing it to blow between them
as they meet.
Feeling it pass through my body
as I breath it in.
Nothing could taste this sweet.

I look into the gray,
Aware of the gust ahead;
determined to cut me to my knees
and knock me from my stand.
I know I have a choice,
I'm aware of the knife I hold in my hand.

I look into the gray-
I can leave a forgotten land...

They stand along the sidewalk,
all yelling my direction.
To tell me my choice,
to create the outcome
of their unknown situation.

The wind is so strong,
blowing through my ears.
And they are so distant,
their words are unclear.

A gust blows me down,
now stronger than ever.
Weakened by confusion,
falling to my knees.
Coming to the conclusion,
this wind doesn't ease.

I look into the gray,
look at those on the side,
still no voice to sound.
A tear starts down my cheek,
meets the wind,
unable to reach the ground.

I Close my eyes,
listen intently...
Now I hear my own voice.
then with shaking hands,I raise my blade.
I know this is my choice.

Taking a deep breath,
I look into the gray,
take a step forward,
letting it known-
I'm here to stay.
 
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