Stand up.
Stand up and walk.
Who are they to label you?
They do not define you,
Nor can they control you.
You. Are. You.
Stand up and walk.
It's your path that lays ahead of you,
Created by you and you alone.
You choose what becomes of you.
Stand up and walk.
Fate and destiny are nothing.
You contain a power greater,
More dominating than that.
Break free from those fragile chains.
Stand up and walk.
What is with that posture?
You're slouching,
Looking weak.
Raise your head,
And take the hand of the royal within.
Stand up and walk.
Do you feel that?
The earth trembling with every step,
Your presence striking hearts,
And giving strength.
Silently it whispers,
Stand up and walk.
About the Creator
J.Joseph
My companion when I'm burning bright and saviour when I'm burning out; my writing is my way of articulating the voices of my heart and mind. I hope you enjoy what they have to say.
©J.Joseph
The Path to Salvation
The late autumn evening air filled the monk's lungs, but it wasn't the season that chilled his bones. The heavy-handed presence of evil he had sensed upon entering the woods surrounding this mountain village had not bothered to conceal itself from him.
By Made in DNA3 days ago in Fiction
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