PERSEVERE
BY MATTHEW NORRIS-AVINA
Though I journey through a forest of deceit and illusion … I close my eyes,
looking to my heart for the proper path.
Though my enemies plot and set snares in secret, awaiting my life’s blood …
I contemplate their character and the nature of my environment, eluding all
entrapment.
Though the masses that surround me shout and scream blaspheme and lies … I
whisper wisdom, truth and understanding.
Though my adversaries number the stars in the sky … I bow before naught, for those
whom stand amongst me shall unmake them, leaving them as dust beneath my feet,
departing, before a great wind.
Though I no longer see those of my line … I lift my head, raising mine eyes from
within the darken dancing shadows, striving on, ever forth. | MNA