Sunday, April 25, 2010

Perfect by Nature.

You've given up before the struggles.
Resigned to perishing to a disastrous end.
There you lay,
Broken and battered in the maw of strife.

You could ...
muster every sinew and numb out every pain.
Perhaps, just perhaps.
You might stumble across the reins that you lost hold of long ago.
So, so long ago.
And take it up again.
To retake this battlefield.

... Or you could just have all the regrets carved forever on your epitaph.

And even if you were to face off against the infinite universe,
That may just make all the difference.


Hope bravely.

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