*A/N* I am Myself will probably be continued under a different title. Hope everyone likes these!

You have been pushing, pushing
Pushing me
Until I am forced to open.

Grow, plant, grow.
Dig, roots, dig.

It started in May,
But I was still a bud
Until November.

Bloom, flower, bloom.
Drink, tendril, drink.

Now I’m shivering,
Too young to have petals
But not emerald alone.
It is now winter,
And I am going to die.
Thank you???

Live, rose, live.

You promised me
Not dead oaths, but
Flourishing, colorful covenants.

  Jason stood before the iron door.
  What brought me here? he thought. Was it fate, or destiny...?
  A rough shove jerked him out of his thoughts.
  "What d'you want, soldier?" barked a voice.
  Jason stiffened involuntarily. Of course it would be Kantorek Raven, third-in-command, and one of the nastiest people around. He saluted, forcing himself to not look annoyed. "I needed to talk to you."

Closing her eyes

and

emptying her head

letting the silver dream-mists

converge

over her, bringing

memories

of loved ones

never to return

Grandpa,

with his smiling face

Grandma,

with her womanly grace

Knowing she was

their pride and joy,

that in their hearts

she had a place,

a warm partial

place

whatever she did

they loved her

unconditional love

She smiles as she

sleeps

letting the dreams

  He was gone. For a full ten minutes there was complete silence as if his vow had been somehow transferred to every citizen of Polsax. Then, all at once, the hall exploded.  People were talking louder and louder to hear each other over everyone else’ talking and Ally was pressed in on all sides.

{Lately martyrdom has been on my mind. Stay tuned on my blog to find out why. But then I caught a stomach bug and was quite miserable. The next day I listened to a sermon by Eric Ludy called "Extraordinary Courage" ... which really stepped on my toes. My thoughts, Mr. Ludy's, and some of Richard Baxter's are included in this prayer}

‘Tis so easy to romanticize
The notion of martyrdom.
The longing inside with the prayer
"Thy kingdom come.”

‘Tis so noble to want to die
For His glorious name,
Yet when the pain comes

This childlike desire to run on my own,

Has dragged me down to a world without warmth.

Can’t walk on my own as well as I thought I could…

“Hello, hello, hello in there. I see the pain that you have inside.”

“Would you like a pill…to make you better?”

This childlike desire to run on my own,

Has dragged me down to a world so cold.

Can’t walk on my own as well as I though I could…

I lean on a brittle cane.

Unsteady,

Deformed.

Now this is an unedited draft of the first chapter of my book Antrium: REDEMPTION.

Chapter 1: WolfBlade…