Raised by fire
Now I live
A life of opposites
Heart of a hero
Craving
To save all others
Soul of a demon
Thirsting
For the blood of all
Hell races through my veins
While heaven rules my heart
My actions are pure
Though my thoughts are vile
I am not what I think I am
I had several moments of depression at the beginning of the Israel trip. It was the first time away from home and, at the time, I had terrible shyness. The entire event triggered an identity crisis where I was trying to figure out who I really was. Not an easy, or possibly smart, thing to do in a foreign country.




Sounds like a struggle. Glad you won.
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Yup. Which side won? 😀
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Doesn’t matter
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Reblogged this on Bastet and Sekhmet and commented:
beyond usual
we lose sight of I and me
a soul growth battle
Read this great poem…beautiful!
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The struggle made you stronger?
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At least in terms of my ability to take mental and emotional hits.
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