Underattack, I am shaken to the core of my existence.
Can anything good come out of this hot mess? Unappreciated,
my lifework is vanity and self pity consumes me. Worthless,
nothing makes sense anymore. I ignore and avoid what could
be another open door of opportunity. Please don't tell me to
dream, its already over. You meet me in the brutal aftermath.
You hold the key to my rebirth, success. I look into the mirror
and see a strong warrior, a survivor of many numerous things.
I am joy, the silent heartbeat of the community. God uses me
to bring about love, serenity and unity. Blessed, I am alive for a divine
purpose and it is suppose to be this way forever.