Unbeatable.

The night was still, almost too still in fact; it was kind ironic really given all that’s happened. There was no wind, the trees towered above me, still and stretching toward me as if they were reaching arms that sought after something that couldn’t be seen in the air around me; something that if I didn’t know any better seemed to be watching me. I glanced around; turning quickly in my place as if something behind me couldn’t have moved fast enough to disappear from my gaze but alas nothing stood there. There was just the night, silent and almost mocking me with its quietness. I turned once more away from the short drive that stood between me and the road and started toward my porch. I walked to two steps it took to reach the top and took a seat, “Figures,” I spoke into the silence. A night like this doesn’t come often but it would come after, the still after the storm if you will. A night like this stands only to ridicule those whose lives are like rushing rapids; banging into rocks and filled with sticks and other filth. This night stands a single reminder that my entire life has been changed and I wasn’t entirely sure it was for the better. I had been found, I had been saved; my life spared and in some ways reborn but what did that mean for my future? What did that mean for tomorrow? That’s the unknown, the fear that sneaks up on you like a thief in the night and takes from you the one single thing you still held dear, your innocence and it’s stripped from you like a slashing of a blade across the thin fabric of your clothing and you’re left bare, exposed and confused. 

That’s when life gets you, that’s when you look it and for a single moment you think about giving up; You think about taking everything you’ve learned, everything you know and tossing it away like a piece of trash that’s worn out its welcome. That’s when you make a choice; to go on or to stop existing. That’s how I felt at this moment, a single moment in which I was given the opportunity to completely and entirely give up. I stood at the precipice of life where I could leap into the unknown, no holes bared and rush into the darkness with little to my name and no fear to speak of. Or I could sit here, holed up in the single beacon of light that stood above me as reminder that I was home, in my safe place, a place where no one could find me or touch me and yet…that’s where they struck me, home. That’s where the found me, lying in bed, sleeping my life away and barely existing. That’s where I was when they tore me from my world and placed me into another life. One I didn’t recognize, one that wasn’t mind at all and one I would have to live.

Because I wouldn’t give up, I wouldn’t let them tear me down. I still held to a single light, one that was light within me. One whose light was barely as bright as a candle and likely as easy to snuff out but one that would grow and soon burst into a flame that would light enough the darkest of nights; for with every dark night there is a brighter day waiting just ahead and though my life was different and not quite the way I thought it would turn out. Though, I was broken and beaten, I was not defeated. I would stand for those who do not have legs to walk on, I would speak for those who have no voice and I will live for those whose lives are no more. For I, remain forevermore; Unbeatable.