Maybe I\'ll make the card, maybe I won\'t but I\'m writing theses words to remember when my hands shake and I lose that not in my throat!
I\'ve told my childhood ptsd to anyone that has given me the time, it took years to learn just write it in rhyme....
It\'s hard to see the beauty in the world when you have felt the vibration to put you in hell, not knowing what their do with the power in their possession
Deep inside my demon\'s lay cold, over the years they\'ve lashed out, hurting others or showing me I am the biggest problem!
Each grip that I have regained, got me to this day. Now when I get triggered it\'s because this is the last half of my race!
I don\'t want to be fighting till the last of my days, yet it feels like that\'s what all this training was for..
As we are truly at the highest point of our timeless information & spiritual war!
I will stand my ground for what I believe as should all, I hope to meet somewhere in the middle to embrace harmony!
We each have a part to play in the world destiny, its why others will fight so hard to have you follow their stream...
Less we forget, it\'s our own dream to believe.
The universe has laws and that\'s all there will ever be