...Power of The Flame...

The following 2 posts will be pretty depressing:     Probably just whining, to most. I really don't care, since this is mostly to vent anyways...

But after these 2 posts... I intend to post my "GRIT".  Grit = 2. resolution, fortitude, courage.

          What interesting bits of granules keep me pressing on in spite of things.

               You can go through hell for a person…

But they will still use you for what they can get out of you.

               No matter the situation.

You can work yourself ragged. Pushing to keep things under the pin of a tightly wound finger.

And they will still find a reason to hate you.

               Forget the fact that they’ve tried…

That they’ve pushed themselves beyond their limits.

               That they’ve worked their fingers to the bones.

You just have what you need from them. And that is all that matters, now.

This applies to myself as well. I will hate you, if you are always trying to change me…

              

Just what kind of game are you people playing?

               I’m just falling back from the pain of sore muscles… for carrying the heavy burden of living alone.

               And you seem to think that it’s all fun and games…

               You are either my friend or my enemy…

                              But you continue playing the field.

Continue to press your luck… How far can you bend the rules? Before you break them?

               And then start begging for my forgiveness… pushing me to do the same.

My hands are bleeding…

               From my own crimson blood.

                              But you still seek to push me…

               Someday…

You won’t find anyone left… to push.

4/15/18

                                                                 ~ I know I've said it before...

                                      But... I need you to hear a little more...

                                                                    ~CLynn✊