What Nightmare May Come

The gridiron gets to you, wears on you until you are bare boned with soul exposed.

All the dank dirty of cynicism seeps in and slowly fills in the crevices and spaces, infusing you

Like a zombie in a movie, you are half rotted, breaking apart, and focused on your main goal

You will do anything, say anything, frame anything to fit it into what you need it to be

The people in your life start to become blinded to your twisted visage until they no longer see

Enable you in your delusions. Support you in the self deprecations you rain down on yourself

The mud baths of filth you indulge in affect all areas of your life and you're desperate for company

In unquantified need, you will attempt to drag any and all into your muddy pit of despair

You fill the ears of anyone with your, "Whoa is me. My life sucks." horribly flawed stories

Not all fall prey

There are those who walk in a lightness of being.

Those who clawed and climbed their way out of true darkness.

Struggled, fought, and survived. 

They see you, They try to help you. They scare you.

Chase them away.

Use false accusations and unfounded fear as your weak weapon

You must protect your delusion like golem his ring

They see you

I see you

I refuse and leave you to your rancor

Throw me to the Lions and I'll return leading the pride

I wear my battle scars proudly, like all the perfect imperfections that make a painter awe at his masterpiece.

Lioness fresh from battle, I lick my wounds, readying for the next foray, and strut with an unbendable, unbreakable confidence and spirit.

The kind of self assuredness that rises from survival and experience of suffering and pain, triumph, sorrow and joy.

Tests meant to awaken the senses and you to your true self. To all of what a woman can do with just the slightest bit of determination.

Throw your head back, arch your spine, spread your arms, and let it eminate from the deepest parts of you. ROAR!

Remember who you are. You are Joan of Arc leading a battalion. You are Etta James entrancing the world with your voice. You are Rosa Parks refusing to go to the back of the bus.You are Maya Angelou a phenomenal woman.

You are true strength. You are Woman!