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One’s mind is both grave and a home.

If my biological clock should stop,

then stand still it will!

If I must live a thousand years to conquer,

then live I shall!

If I should sustain myself

for a thousand years to affect victory,

then live I shall!

If I should fight a thousand years to effect change,

then fight I will!

If I shall fight a thousand wars to effect restitution,

then fight I must!

If I should forsake the grave to be triumphant,

then death has no hold on me.

As the world turns,

while the sun burns.

From weakness to strength,

from strength to strength.

Stronger and stronger I shall become.

Child  of impregnated furnace,

regenerated for vitality.

Forged to be living steel.

Pushed into the life of a phenix.

For self deprecation has no purpose.

Surrender has no meaning.

Defeat has no place.

I imagine my victory

I smell It!

I see it!

I reach out and touch it!

Then I grasp it!

I embrace it!

I lay claim to it!

Making it my very own.

Leegal Poet

Wayne Ferron . All rights reserved @ copyright