sometimes i dont allow myself to be succeseful

but theres always that ache in my stomach that tells me to keep going

no matter what i drown out it wont go away

but to be honest i dont want it to

the ache is the meaning of life?

destiny or something better

promises that were kept and

some that were not

ruefully i stray out into the unknown

ruefully -but mostly grateful and graceful

not

destruction brings with it creation

a chance to breath fire

finally growing pains return

a lesson is being learned

okay