| This emptiness I
feel threatens to engulf me. In the loneliest of nights it takes
hold of me and I cannot let it go. I know I should. I know I would,
if only I could. For this emptiness could leave me stranded in a
place so alone that I could not bear it. But it remains. And it
tempers me into something new. But I must contain it, lest it change
me beyond my control, and shape me into something I fear or detest.
It is powerful, but I resolve to be stronger still. I will hold it
in. This rage I feel threatens to consume me. In the hardest of
trials it takes hold of me and I cannot let it go. I know I should.
I know I would, if only I could. For this rage could leave me
stranded with a soul so bitter that I could not bear it. But it
remains. And it tempers me into something new. But I must contain
it, lest it change me beyond my control, and shape me into something
I hate or despise. It is powerful, but I resolve to be stronger
still. I will hold it in.
This pain I feel threatens to destroy me. In the cruelest of
agonies it takes hold of me and I cannot let it go. I know I should.
I know I would, if only I could. For this pain could leave me
stranded with a heart so scarred that I could not bear it. But it
remains. And it tempers me into something new. But I must contain
it, lest it change me beyond my control, and shape me into something
I pity or loathe. It is powerful, but I resolve to be stronger
still. I will hold it in.
This love I feel threatens to overwhelm me. In the purest of
moments it takes hold of me and I cannot let it go. I know I should.
I know I would, if only I could. For this love could leave me
stranded in a place so heartbroken that I could not bear it. But it
remains. And it tempers me into something new. But I must contain
it, lest it change me beyond my control, and shape me into something
I deny or regret. It is powerful, and, of all these inner forces, I
am not sure if I can be stronger still. But I will try. I will hold
it in. For now. |