The End of the Begining

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  • The1Nonly
  • is trying to find away through the day an alife for the night dear lord youve done took so many of my people im just wondering why you havent taken mylife

The End of the Begining

As I look at this man who seems broken in every which way, I see this peace that is resonating from within. I stand still to search the deepest part within this man to see what has brought this peace, as the journey begins it seems like all is at a failure. The day is never bright enough to satisfy. The people all around may never understand how he feels, he feels as though they can’t. Isolation amongst so many seems the way he has spent all these years he has trudged along in his life. The darkest points seem to be what he lives to thrive on, such as a factor to convince him of these thoughts that race through his tormented mind. Yet as the journey goes along light beyond measure begins to shine through, as though a sign has been given to show how things can be so different rather then these thoughts that haunt him. He finds resolution in showing who he truly is, how he feels finally, expressing to himself that all is what he makes of it. The struggles never seem to leave his mind, yet he focuses on the things that he can change and lets all else figure themselves out. As a smile shines onto his darkened face, the beauty within seems to overwhelm all this evil that lingers in his mind. I see that within this man he has come to see that this is

The End of the Beginning.

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ladypooh commented on The End of the Begining

06-30-2009

looking inside yourself and finding yourself is hard work when getting over hurt, and seeing self for self. you've come a long way keep going.

The1Nonly

06/30/2009

I would have to agree your completly right and it doesnt get any easier. Thanks though and thats all I can do is keep going.

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