Who I am

I look at my tools the tools of my craft. The craft that has been apart of me for nearly sixteen years, half of this life. I was told I was destined to walk this path to help others to teach others and to ease the pain of others. Never once did I ask for this path, never once did I question my path until now.

I look at my tools the tools of my craft and question my ability to accomplish the destiny that has been laid out for me. I question the universe I question the god and the goddess and plead on their mercy as to why I am who I am. Never have I found one of like kind, never have I found one of similar ability. For these reasons I question why I am who I am.

I look at my tools the tools of my craft. I fall to me knees in spiritual pain my need to be who I am stronger than ever I need a purpose a purpose to cast. I have taken in so much for my craft I have sacrificed so much for my craft, I have taken the pain of so many and released so little of my own I question the reasoning of who I am.

I look at my tools the tools of my craft. Just like a believer to their bible and preacher, my blade and my stones call to me. They beg me to read them to use them to be apart of them because it is who I am. I yearn for my tools and crave them when they are gone.

I look at my tools the tools of my craft and I am comforted by their warmth and know they do not question or judge me or my ability. I am who I am no amount of questioning will change that. I will continue my service to others for this is why I am here and I will relive this life once again in my reincarnation to come regardless of how tired my spirit is.

I look at my tool the tools of my craft. I know my ability is one of a kind my soul is one of a kind and although I feel alone and a failure
I know I am strong.