From confusion at the crossroad of answering the call of purpose
From walking down Purpose-Route without Inspiration
From running the Race without sufficient Grace
From misplaced priorities
From juggling with clarity about who I am and the solutions I've been created to be
From the flaming inferno of hellish situations and then declaring through parched, lonely, tear-stained lips "I will go on"
From being quarantined by pain and alienated to secret struggles
From company of the wounded, bedfellows of the suffering, phantoms of ugly memories that must be exorcised and evicted form the heart of the one who dares to look in the face and say, "I will go on"
Completely remodeling the things I can and telling the rest of it to go play in traffic!
