Mine.

You wont break me, this wont be the last time you try.
Ill never give in, this heart wont stop.
The day will never come.
If the fire dies I will rise from the ashes.
Darkness may fill the sky but like the sun Ill be coming around.
I remember everything, even moment, every kiss.
Every day another reason, a way I wont ever forget.
This is my calling, my hope and my dreams.
The scars may come.
Pain.
The thing I am never ready for, my ground, floating.
My place place-less.
Strap me down so I can endure the pain, each time better than the time before.
So i can endure on my own two feet.
Forever, building my strength.
The day is dark, and so is the heart.
I feel the ashes fall around me.
I feel the once green leafs crumble in my hands.
Sprinkle the shattered life into the ground.
The place where ashes will become flames.
Where death will become life.
In this all, I have seen life.
The green light, the jade symbol.
I have never held a shape, a feeling in my heart and mind that I felt so real.
My will is questioned
My motives attacked
My feelings without validation.
I am the only one who believes and in this I find my pride.
My small self standing against the tides so high.
But this small man stands because he has a plan.
The chances are real, He knows that he may fail.
He knows it may all be for nothing.
But he knows what he wants, he is willing to endure the pain to find out.
If a dream that was never chased never comes true it is his own fault.
That fault will not be mine, my heart will not be the one who falters.