Eternal Prostration

“Strength isn’t measured in achievements nor victory but in failures and defeats and the will that stands true and strong behind them.”

-Robin Tey

Weakened by Strength.. Strengthened by weakness..

Life is the battle I have chosen to live from birth forever more..

I have never been weak in mind..

I have never been weak in body..

I have never been weak in heart..

And, I have never once.. Been strong.

Weakness, a word engraved to mind and heart alike..

Forever to come..

Forever ever stay..

Forever.

I have dedicated my life to the training of all that embodies me..

A way of life that I have chosen to endure to my last breath..

All for the sake of the one thing that I hate most in life..

A truth that is to forever lie in secrecy..

Today, just like yesterday and everyday before that my greatest shadow told me I was weak..

Instinctively I responded with a typical response, the denial my life’s greatest truth..

And just like I always have and always will I fought back with my only known weapon, determination..

I fought hard like I do everyday and the exception of today was an impossibility..

My knuckle bled on the right hand..

Every finger, thumb excluded had lost its’ skin on the left hand..

Both hands horizontally cut across the center of my palms..

The skin layering the knuckles lost, on the left hand..

Both wrists weakened causing even the open of a door to be a difficult task..

Naturally the brain speaks out in response to pain with a sharp unbearable sensation..

Typically I reacted with ignorance instead clenching my fists tighter still layering the punching bag I’ve become accustomed to with dots of blood where my skin used to be..

And my efforts finished only two hours after this point..

Why?..
Cause today my shadow came back to tell me the same thing again..

Cause..
I told myself today that I am weak.

From sunlight to moonlight perseverance remained song within the recesses of my mind..

Letting only fatigue prevent action, opposing all logistics of pain..

Letting hours pass as always I pushed into hundreds.. Surpassing a thousand and pushing still..

My Strength..

My Weakness..

My Hollow Blitzkrieg..

I am weak at heart…