When I found the weapon, I managed to rip it free. It stayed within my hands for a hundred years. It drank blood, it drank soul, and it chewed bone. I should be buried. Gone. But, their power became my flesh. My blood. My will to fight on. This living 'weapon' was mine. It had …
Tag: nevergiveup
Endless Determination
What happens when the vines close?What happens when the rain showers dark?What happens when an avalanche covers?What happens when you fall from high?What happens when you fail?Sometimes it gets close, but finding that last glimmer--at the bottom of the leaves, the debris--I brush the dirt off and start climbing again,Because the choice to give up …
Just Buckle Down 