Written to roar by Katy perry Strength comes from within Once upon a time a child stood afraid and bewildered.... Confused and alone.... Unsure and cowardice.... He spoke into himself... I will stand... I will rise...I will not be who I once was.... Awake he choose to dream.... Eyes closed mind awake.... He dreamed of another way.... I desire to be brave to not stand down in the face of danger... To know without a doubt... Who I am and what i will become.... I will not go quietly... I will not fear even the darkest night.... I will be the greatest... I will conquer evil and stand in the face of demons everywhere.... I will show them my strength.. I will be there greatest pain.... Through my bravery I will run among them... But where to start... How do I become this... Whats first.... What am I afraid of.... Im afraid to fall.... No longer... I will build a cape long and great it will slow my fall rate.... He searches and examines.... Many things lays before him... Well what shall it be.... A plastic cloth thick and strong it stretches and is long... He works like a cyclops the blacksmith he hammers and cuts it to his desire.... The artisan of his mind... He dawns his newly formed cloak shimmering black like a superhero from a cartoon he smiles with excitement... He climbs to a short roof.... And takes a plunge.. The cape opens and inflates as he touches the ground... A pain in his foot begins to ache.... He catches his breath and shakes off the pain screaming into his mind.... Do not cower do not fear do not give up.... You will be great... He looks up and sees a hill with a short cliff face not much taller then his failed plight... He thinks hard and takes his time.... It didnt open in time last time... What if its open when I take flight... He runs to the top of the cliff face cape open and drifting behind his gait he does not jump his bravery changed he jumps and plummets on his face... He lays on the dirt and begins to cry in pain he takes off his cape and gives up his strength... lost in a moment of pain.... He begins to walk away... Along the way he sees a rope and and strays to see its grace.... Wait.... He runs to his blade and back to his cape... He folds It and changes its shape ties it and straps together in a new way.... But to test it..... The pain still there to much to bear another attempt would be to great... In all his pain he finds and mounts his stead... And pedals with all his might... His cape opens and creates a air wake.... A parachute slowing his rate to a crawl with all his might he pushes crying out in agony until he approaches a wall... He stops his great stead.... Sits and wails till hes pale... He wipes his tears and stands like a dagger up his leg he cries... I am no coward I will stand I will rise I will be great... They will not stop me even in pain... He walks to the top of the hill the cliff face far below.. He stares down afraid his leg will break... I know who I am... My pain a right of passage... My fear the demon... The heights my darkness I stand I choose not to be afraid... He pulls a rope and changes the flow of air on his cape... I wont give up without a fight... He closes his eyes and stretches his arms to the side.... I will glide I will not fall I trust my resolve.... And he leans forwards and begins to fall... His pain outstretched I will lead with my pain and I will leap in my faith.... With all the strength his heart contains he screams in pain ...every stride in ache... His speed unparalleled never ran with such magnitude.. His cape fighting to open his abdomen quakes... lungs expel a massive wail not of pain but of the greatest of war cries... The ground pounds and shakes... The moment awaits.... He does not plunge he does not jump... He leaps with all his might... His good leg pushing with all his force... He releases the rope and the cape opens and soars behind him it ripples and roars wind flowing... The adrenaline courses a strap around his waist changes his angle and he lands in the sand as if falling to the ocean floor... Far before the hard dirt... His cape...his strength... Slowed like the weight of the water around him in an ocean of fate... His feet dug in to the sand.... The flow of endorphins ease his pain and he stands... The pain mulled but he cries and screams away... Not in agony... But in his greatness... The demon he squashed like a bug.... The darkness he rises from... looking up to the awe blue of the heavens above... He smiles... One day Ill leap from above and conquer the skys above... Happiness abound he runs about jumping and spinning about until the sun begins to fall in the background... He turns to the small roof... And slowly his gaze turns to the cliff face... His smile becomes emblazoned on his face... He laughs... I wont be afraid of the dark... Evil doesnt know fear... But it will know my face and my smile... He runs up to the top... And looks out... Opens his cape and waits for the sun to set... Tonight..... I will leap until you rise to greet my face.... Then I will sleep on this hill ...my nightmare.. my fear... Nothing will beat me.... I will conquer because I believe in me.... And I am great....
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 01:42:13 +0000
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