"And then one day you wake up, and there is nothing but emptiness
inside. And here is when the trial comes. Some cannot cope; giving up,
they wave their white flag and seek some outside agency to deal with
their pain for them. I cannot allow myself the luxury of alcohol, or of
belief in some mystical spirit. I cannot allow myself to surrender in
this way."

 - Re-Miel in rant mode, loose translation from the Russian




You sit down on a corner of your bed
Light a candle, mind awhirl with thoughts
Words in people's looks that you misread
All your questions coming back with nought

Some choose paths too slippery to walk
You were shown beauty out of reach
You stand alone, by your own pain stalked
Surrounded by those who comfort preach

Yet you stand strong despite life's every blow
Harsh lessons you learn daily, and survive
Resisting dreams, false promises, fools' gold
You take joy from reality, and thrive

You've had your days when you were learning to adapt
When misery and doubt plagued each day
When reason took a step aside and slept
While your knife slashed, and your pain bled away

Those days are over; you have found your place
The happiness you've long been overdue
Sometimes I envy you your courage and your grace
And often wish I could become like you








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