I am now stronger than ME!

Little below the sky azure

A listless soul yet a soul too pure

Wretchedly twitched to flee, but hark;

Down came the music of the winds so sharp!

Myriad of marks had his wrists endured,

Some deep some small yet agony they lured;

This one had been into the heart too deep,

His throb too feeble, too ruined to keep.

Reminiscence sprung up and embarked a swell.

The bygone spilled out of his brain and fell.

Death nourishes strong one’s memory, they say,

From this forlorn while to that felicitous day.

Mellifluous winds blew but soft and clear!

That every note was a boon to hear;

And from far across did discernment descend:

Are all the woes destined to end?

Giving up is not a fix to life,

The odds and goods, though, remain at strife.

Hope is what keeps things get going;

This feeble wind must recommence flowing.

With thoughts intense he wiped a tear

And a stern resolve and a life to peer;

To cherish dejection as we do to glee

And believe I’m now stronger than me.