By Crystevin
Date: 16 July 2000
Fight the Good Fight
Final goodbyes rip through broken hearts and tear at the very fabric of our beliefs. To once hold a dream, to value and cherish an idea, then to realize that fairytales are just that, fantasy. To wake up from a somber passivity into aggressive action when it's too late, is like an EMT providing CPR to a headless victim, there's no saving graces. The only hope is that future hello's will take away the painful memories of shattered lives that held us in limbo for so long. That happiness isn't judged by our past mistakes but our future hopes and dreams. That we can strive to move forward, reborn into something new, something honest, something worthy to feed our hearts and repair our souls. Loneliness is a beast we can conquer, but the fight is a tough and treacherous one with our vulnerabilities exposed and our already weakened hearts threatened yet once again. I'm not surgically qualified to mend a heart and I’m so weak that my own beat seems to be fading, but I stand tall like a good soldier and promise to fight overwhelming odds in the name of LOVE. My biggest enemy is myself, my biggest victory my only defeat, my only hope tomorrow and my only weapon, love's perseverance.
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