Blossoming The Seed

I am born into the strength of my own soul. The light that creeps out of darkness, breathes life into my lungs. The weather of the storm teaches me not to be moved, or shaken, but feared. It is the "fear" of the fearless of which has feared me the most. But, it is the fear that let's me know everyday, that I can change the outcome. Uncontrolled by the power of love, what can tear this skin we live in, to break this repetitive journey. What seems like a growing wake in the night, is only a fickle of one's journey breaking the future. We are lived.