Sometimes I get tired of going to the club. Sometimes I know I have to go in and fight. Sometimes I get tired of staying in the ring. Sometimes I just get tired. Sometimes I feel so alone in this fight. Sometimes I don't think I can last another round. Sometimes I wonder just how many rounds are left in this fight. Sometimes I get knocked down. Sometimes I wonder how I get back up again battered, bruised and bleeding.. Sometimes I realize how lucky I am that I'm still in the ring and on my feet. Sometimes.
“You're in the midst of a war: a battle between the limits of a crowd seeking the surrender of your dreams, and the power of your true vision to create and contribute. It is a fight between those who will tell you what you cannot do, and that part of you that knows / and has always known / that we are more than our environment; and that a dream, backed by an unrelenting will to attain it, is truly a reality with an imminent arrival.” Anthony Robbins
A Warriors Tale
A warrior stands alone as darkened shadows crowd her mind. Fear is abundant but never allowed to surface, for fear destroys hope. And hope is often her only companion.
She's trapped in a paradise of hell, yet she holds on smiling day by day, living, clawing her way through the pain to reach a simple form of happiness.
Face down in a gutter, she'll never give up the fight, she'll never give in. She's got more guts than a thousand men.
She stands by herself, but she never stands alone.
She is a rebel that ends the fight, and for all to see , she is quite the sight.
She fights an evil vampire force deep inside and still finds the strength to carry the world on her shoulders.
Her glory shall be remembered not by all, but by those who truly matter.
She's my Mother and she fights for us, she's my Mom and warrior. She is love.
Merry Christmas Mom