One last look back before stepping across the threshold
I didn't know I could be so bold
But here I stand
A full grown man
Manufacturing reality with these two hands
And you know what?
I like what I see
When I look in the mirror, this is me
Of course I have addictions and afflictions
Times when I don't listen
But I am doing my best
Mercy for the self
That's the test

Breaking bread
Breaking fast
Why they ask
The answer doth come from a place o'er the understand of most petty people in this race
With a finish line we all know and see
That never stopped me!

I need to break that
Watch the pieces as they tumble and fall
Isn't it wonderful

Broken freedom
This is the dream we are given and expected to say "Thanks so much!"
People want more more more
I am not so sure...
There is only one cure for the lies we tell ourselves
That is the healing power of truth tempered with the empathy of compassion
With that
Anything can happen

Wars can be ended and famine off fended

Yet we persist
Even when we see so much is amiss!
We just think, that's how it is

BREAK

THAT

Start small for otherwise your will not start at all and the world smiles upon excuses
These have limited uses
We either do or do not, both are a choice but so few have the voice to be honest without being hurtful
Without being hateful

When you hate the self how can you love someone else?

Breaking hearts, breaking brains, breaking patterns inane and yet I still have shame
Shame at the face that I was born to wealth
Broken boy lost his toy now he hurting other boys

I won't let that be
No not me
I will see love and mercy rule my days
It just might make me seemed crazed
But perception is broken anyway

Health
Not to be taken for granted
When sickness leaves us dis-enchanted
Grateful for a body free from pain
Where foreign invaders have lost their domain

The fog has lifted.
De-congestion befitted
I am free of that backterial misery

Health
No amount of wealth can buy the simple joy of a sick free boy

Humbled and lifted that this sickness has gifted such an appreciation for the everyday norm of the way this body doth perform.

So happy I just had to laugh at the colossal task of staying strong for periods long while still having adventures upon foreign soil where toil brings different germs and bugs that our bodies do not love for these are things we have not seen and you may well know that means vulnerable defences to these germ's offences for our walls are more like fences that those not seen before can walk right through like an open door and leave us with our health so poor.

But no more!

Given time and rest, which is the best, my body has returned with renewed zest

And I am so grateful for the simple, universal wealth
Of health