I follow not those of the majority,
but those of the least popular for alone I stand out.
I worry not of who I am,
but focus on what I am in the eyes of the Almighty Creator.
I cherish memories of good times as well as struggles
through them I maintain a certain degree of sanity only I possess.
Standing among myself I know me the best,
never misjudging myself I am victorious in mine own eyes.
placing sorrows amidst the woos of mankind,
I smile as they slip away to and fro out of existence,
I cry joyfully as they become one with the past for it no longer grips today.
Beside me I feel the presence of loved ones who were called home,
An arura of Loved I am perceived to be blessed therefore I am;
A gratitude of forgiveness for they pardon my mistakes,
a simple thank you transends into the heavens and takes flight among the angels.
fully dressed I bathed in rays brought forth from Heaven,
as the eye of the storm passes over;
and as that storm subsides a new one approaches.
I stand ready and poised for God,
those that He brought into my life,
prepares for the battle that is to come.
I...no we stand ready.