What once was is no more. What happened to who I was? I've changed so much that sometimes I don't recognize myself, yet lingering still is the young boy I once was.

I'm screaming inside wishing to find who it is that I am. I hold purpose but what is it? Everyday that goes by I grow stronger and everyday that goes by I change just a little more. I am at an end and the only way to go on is to go up. But, how? A young man once filled with passion and life sits silently as he waits for his next assignment. Without goals he is lost and so afraid, afraid that this is it and that there is no more.

I may be young but don't lean over me thinking that your better and that I need your help. Back off and let me make my own decisions. I have a voice and I have a plan just give me a chance to breathe or I might cause you pain.

A new strength rises as a spark ignites a flame. I am like a fire with scorching breath awakened by something deep within yet all around as though they were one.

What one is no more but a new day begins. Though it is hard, breathe in, breathe out and then move on. Perseverance is key to our existence. If we all quit simply because it got 'hard' we would not be where we are. You would not be reading this, blinking or even breathing; life would not exist because we gave up. There is always something harder but we take it one step at a time. Breathe in, breathe out, move on.