I Feel As If I Lost Everything I Held Dear

I am not talking about a girl or girls. I am not talking about any regrets. I am not talking about what shoulda have been and what shouldnt. I am not talking about luck and lack of. I am not talking about the pain and suffering of the soul or a soul wounded deep by pain. I am not talking about courage and lack off. I am not talking about my confusion. I am not talking about my weak kinded heart. I am not talking about my humble soul that does not have the strength to deliver the final blow to my enemies. I am not talking about not biting the hand that feeds you. I am not talking about betrayal physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. I am not talking about the truth, or deciet.

I am talking about all these pieces of fragments combined, and it shapes into a clear image, a masterpiece from the dust and rubble on the ground. I am talking about my own worth, I am talking about revenge, I am talking about my own redemption, my own courage that i cannot deny anymore, my own religion that any god or deity is no master, my own path of truth cut by my sword of courage. My destiny, My fate, and a happiness that will seal the listed fragments into Pandoras Box, forever and let my olympia overwhelm others with my joy and pride.