I faced the wrath of raging storms
And laughed with righteous anger
Through battlefields with crowns of thorns
I never thought to falter
But I sensed I might be slipping
When my sword was blunt with doubt
And my mind began to wonder
What the struggle was about.
I stood my ground when all around
Called out I was mistaken
My ears were filled with heartfelt sounds
That said I'd be forsaken
But I heard only myself
Because I thought I was so sure
That what I thought was what I felt
And what I felt was true.
But the doubt would not let go in me
For truth cannot be hidden
And for so long what I'd fought to keep
Was stopping me from living
So I made a push for freedom
From my false reality
The walls came down and what I found
Was my identity.
© 1996 Michael Aidulis all rights reserved