the gift ( Archived) (3)

That life is many things to many people
But to all a journey,
Into the unkown where sometimes
We find ourselves thrust
Into uncharted places.

Not so much a journey of miles
But of inroads into the human heart
So fragile that it can break
into a thousand pieces
and yet, still strong
Sometimes stronger that even we can ever know.

I have heard the stories
Of those who have been to Hell and back
Who have been beaten and abused
Yet still search for love
Who have not given up hope
And I?

I salute you, the storied strong
Who may not have known their strength was there
Who faced the demons of Hell and found
Their strength when all else seemed lost.

to you i would reach out a hand,
even hug
If for but no other reason
Than to feel that strength
and to say:

"Give up not that strength,
nor that hope nor the indominable spirit
because if you do
then whosoever hurt you,
in what ever way they did,
will have won."

"give them not the satisfaction.
Live with a smile and passion.
That could only be the best revenge."

very nice