All I gotta do is get my brain on track

"If it works, it works. What's the point in trying to fix it? You might end up changing something that's not meant to be changed."

How can one person
See so much pain,
So much hatred,
And still stand tall?
It's like
Watching someone
Die slowly,
Deteriorating until they give up
And let go
Of that last breath,
Releasing from that rope
That was burning their flesh.
Sometimes they can fight through it, though,
And break past every barrier,
Every obstacle,
Every "there's no way you could do that."
And they can see the sun
Behind the clouds
The clear sky
Past the rain.
They hold their own even after
Hearing everyone's protests,
And they stand tall on their own feet
Even after being shoved over.
They're not looking for forgiveness,
Just seeking understanding
And searching for a resolution.
Are you going to sit there
And let others define you?
Who are you, anyway?
Stand for what you know,
For what you believe.
Only then will you find yourself.

"I find peace in artistic living."
Epitome of how I feel: right here.