Looking at the disambiguation, my soul has come under moments that could qualify as half way down that six foot drop. I have been up and down watching others leave me to a cold scary end. Shocked by the barbaric and complete utter destruction of my world. Paths change and the compass of life turns that needle spinning without direction, confusing and disorienting my existence. Time and time again I find myself picking up the peace\'s and hoping I know how to open and fix the gates to my heart and soul. Routed and empty my heart tries to beat with all the pain a hollow vessel with an echo deep within beats slow and strained bruised and battered. Slowly I emerge again from a pit dug by others to leave me for an eternity. I have seen the destination they have prepared for me to my end, but I am strong and rise events that have changed shaped and molded my existence. So I breath and wipe off the dirt, dust and tears. Picking up my peace\'s of my accomplishments knowing that I have been on death\'s door and the priest has said his last rites was at the end but I was un-dammed and my heart and soul aren\'t ready to stop loving and caring. The depths of the graves chasm was not going to take hold of me and I receded away from the brink. The scars abound by the dozens and pain a way of life. To move is painful and the understanding that there are many cruel people in the world. Even the most beautiful flowers can be deadly drawing you in for the kill. Life is a wondrous as dangerous. Times you have no explanation for what happens but you have to move on...and hope you can make life better. You look to those new and encouraging encounters that are often there without your knowledge but even in the face of their own destruction they support and keep your feelings as paramount to their own. Hope for a heart\'s desire and be weary of those who disguise their feelings to plunder your life\'s love.