The Life of a Stone

I am living, I am dying… I love, I forgive, I hate, I feel sorrow, I feel pain… that is the story of my life. Come walk the path of my anguish… Why? Because no one is perfect. Why? Because my heart may reach for purity but I don't think I will ever be there; I shed the shield of pathetic guilt and now, I stand strong as I am. I am who I am and I show my truest colors. My book is pure, not under the influence. It is me. It is the facts that I believe are valid. I don’t want to fool anyone, I don't want to deceive anyone, I speak the truth. To speak of love and hardship. The pain that I feel is overwhelming, but I still write to feel alive. If you could fathom, grace and love, that is my book. Souls and spirits, intermingled with hope and virtue… Now that is my book. Accompany me and that is the journey, that you will never forget, the love that will never cease to exist. Possess the vortex in your room, where you sleep. That this may be, last time you will wish to do something wrong… Then your wrongs will cease to exist. Your journey of righteousness will start. I will not fail, I will prevail, this is the triumph to our tail! Comeforth, righteousness if you accept it. My life hasn't been all dandy, throughout… poetry has kept me afloat. I thank my avenue and my pieces of paper, that managed to make my mind sharp, all of these years. Fear draped my mind, for so long; today I can say, I am free…