Scripted

The things we so sweetly repent , hold on too and release are the source of our power, fears, strength and reason. They are the very pillars that speak to our form, our structure and our strength. Without experience, without failure, without trail we cannot learn to transcend beyond the body of our fallows

There are many moments in life where defeat seems inevitable, but then that shining beckon of hope gleams threw the fog and muggy air clears and suddenly we can see the finish line, the moment of success in our mist…..oh sweet clarity :)

The stories of our life
written across the path of an infinite sky,
as a means to decipher or devise
a greater meaning a greater tie
to the world we hold in wonder and surprise
to the place that we plead to survive
in this world we call our ties
we build upon a new devise
a greater innovation
rather a proclamation
to our strength and devastations
as a means of vindication
in a sky with no limitation
we may find a greater emancipation
A true form of exploration
in a realm with no limitation
To grip upon a star for citation
And find through words a sense of liberation.
That is the power that lies
in our infinite skies.