All I need is a foothold
I can’t describe it, see it, hear it; and yet, I know it is there.
That foothold is there.
O, foothold without a name!
Great is thy power; for thou art the axis of the world,
And we are all thy brothers.
Tomorrow is a new day!
“Come when thou wilt, I shall meet thee bravely!”
But this is not a testament of despair
I was born, that I might live, and flourish, and prosper.
I was not born unto condemnation and death.
I cannot see so clearly.
But that single, silent spark of hope is enough for me.
I will make it.
I will gain the victory; no matter how hard it is, no matter what it costs.
I will live, and I shall not perish.
For it is not possible that one such as I should perish, save he should first fulfil his destiny.
I will pass through this shadow, and I shall proceed to perform many wonders in the land of the living.
But first I must pass through the pain and the torment of the coming days, and longer.
Only then may I go on to achieve the wonderful writings that I was born to accomplish.
They will all be written, and I shall write them all.
But first I must root and establish myself once more.
In the Name of the Best Within Us.
And in the Name of the Lesser Good.
Originally published on Medium.com