AFFLICTION and to RISE

Here i sit with my mind disordered.  My head in the mud, my eyes full of sand.

How the constrictor squeezes me.  Every organ in my body aches.

To the needles stabbing my flesh: I will be free of you. 

I will cast off this botheration, I will force my head from the ground, i will break free of my restraints,

for i have put them upon myself.

I will ignore it.  Shall i close my eyes and hollow myself.  These are not the goods to carry on this path.

Today is unlike yesterday, and tomorrow shall not be as today.

As i may be repeatedly stung, I will continue to walk towards the sun.  I carry with me the treasures i choose. 

These days that are given to me are not in control.  Yet i cannot be the map only the shield.

I am nothing, for the mere needles are my own.  I will turn away and rise above as i am everything.

I place the needles within myself, but i see them for what they are so i pluck them from my skin.

I AM EVERYTHING AND I AM NOTHING.

Today i choose to be everything, sun beat through my heart again.