Journal Entry, September 21, 2013
And what will they say of me? When all is said, has been written, and is done – what will they say?
Like a butterfly on the battlefield, how do I imagine that I will make it through? Fragile wings, paper thin, beating among the bullets. Somehow, I hold on. Even though my strong resolve seems wavering, moment by moment. Something urges me on. So, let the battle rage. When the odds are against me, I will move forward. I will pursue.
Take me higher on these tiny wings. I don’t know where I’m going – a good enough place to begin.
I will know myself, unrelenting.
I will Triumph.
This life, I will win.