Letterings of a searching soul

Self pity keeps us in cycles and no matter how much we resolve to be strong and 'all out there', it makes us depend on only always feeling good for progress to be made. Our minds are so powerful, being aligned to right sources of information is ideal to ensure peace. We are capable of any thing we put our minds to and that knowledge and conviction of possibility is enough energy to power our bodies to work hard and realize our desires.  I have, very recently, personalised that no thought or emotion or imagination is beyond our control and that we actually can decide to remove, put on hold or retain any of such.  Get up, plan, lift your head (you may need to look down along the journey a lot though, and it's no bad thing) and take the first step to making greatness, the world waits to celebrate your potential  You can, Do it!

There are moments of heightened emotions when a totally harmless gesture brings to mind all the harm that you ever saw... The trauma causes you to relive over and over, a time recently or long past when pain was so real and palpable is sought to tear you to shreds. When all around, shrieks and moans of hurt and grief and loss were the only things that, though they were driving you insane, made sense. That's how much your senses had been impaired. It hadn't taken much to happen, just a ticking clock and a transition from one second to the next and drastic change had come. Blood, spewing tissue, tears, dignity of big men withdrawn, sacrifice of a lover and relative so futile yet so productive, young heart's and minds agonized and shown a rough bitter side of this life, so prematurely. This is the bigger picture and whole truth. A certain gladness sweeps over you when you realise it's just a memory and hope builds in your heart. If you made it this far in one piec...

Every fresh hot tear stings your eyes and burns your face and the thought of the reason behind them actually keeps them coming in torrents You made a mistake, or even a series of mistakes and perhaps your punishment for your not being nice is what you're getting but it hurts and when you wanted someone to comfort yourself in, you end up having to have to face your hurt and kill it as best as you can There's no one to explain yourself to or even try to make understand the reason behind your present countenance Why? Because you've always believed and known that whenever you were down and shed tears, your reasons were silly until someone actually got interested in them and offered himself a source of comfort and got you talking about your emotions only to be your discomfort at this point in time...

The lake that threatened to drown my core On a moonlit night, with shadows of twigs and branches posing as trees cast across it, Words that we fought hard against, Those were the potent weapons that did the deed, Dropping lower and lower and lower, As though it sought to be encased by the prison of ice fast hardening over the once fluid water body, Its owner gave over the reigns to be pulled by the one who was resident in the core, Presuming a surgical procedure, a highly affection inclined procedure from the resident Was a requirement in case things got out of hand, The Peak led, by the way The irony, Controlling from the inside, However the most effective, It still came down to one, That this detective, The resident under discussion, was the fins with which it was to swim, and the rock with which it did break through God with us, And warmth prevailed…