Foundation (fragile)

The weight of my days has become too heavy for me to hold alone. I’ve often felt the worlds taunting of my circumstances burrow beneath my skin. Trying to claw it’s hooks from my pride has scarred the very fabric of my mind. The process of repairing these scars has proven to be counterintuitive. I’m left with no other option than to embrace my weakness and champion my faith. In so doing It appears my pride was not only their adversary, but my own. Then again, it is possible that what was meant to harm me has been used to my benefit. The repetitive destruction of my vulnerable defenses has forced me to retreat and rebuild on solid ground.

Now able to find no comfort in vanity or it’s devices, I acknowledge that my only stronghold is truth. You see, truth can not be knocked down. When the seasons change it remains, never to grow old or lose it’s place. In this, I find peace. Keeping in mind that peace appears as an enemy to others who find my faith absurd.

Why does it bother them so? Perhaps the spirit of peace has always been the target of those without. Yes, that must be the case. I can imagine no other reason for this worlds relentless attack on my well being.

I’m left to wonder why anyone would wish to destroy a spirit of hope rather than adopt it as their own. Have we grown so attached to disappointment that we would choose to become it’s ally, fearing it inevitable? Do we now refer to failure as a friend?

I can not!

Let not my refusal be seen as a statement of strength to be crushed under pressure, but see it for what it is, the truth.