Hope Floats.

I used to think that hope solely floated amidst silver lined clouds, made up by dreamers to keep us fighting for the things that made our hearts beat loud but now I know that it exists, relieved of all my doubts; I can finally breathe again made more resilient by my many shouts.  Growing up not down is more complex than the cycles of the sun, learning to walk now that all I have ever known to do is run; had my share of ups, downs and a lifetime's worth of fun, I am quickly becoming the man I have always had inside, I am the one.  No longer intimidated by the person that I was meant to be, the smile on my face is here to stay as I am truly happy, reflecting on the prisoner I was, so prone to aggression, makes me count my blessings now that I have decided to remain free.  Patience, like a stranger to me, has locked itself in my house and thrown away the key, I now strangely think before I speak, refusing to retaliate or act spitefully whenever I am feeling weak.  Humbled by humility, I am no longer vain or callous, every turn receives another, as I made a conscious decision to disassociate myself from maleficent malice.  Success has once again become an option though for the longest while it seemed selfish and futile, self-awareness seeps in supplying me with the strength to know which battles are worth fighting and which are best won with a simple beguiling smile.  Encompassed with new insight, I have lost the desire to fight but instead regained my voice that suddenly speaks words that fill even the darkest days with the brightest light.  The pain inside was once greater than the will to change, suffocating with the walls caving in I sought a scapegoat to point the finger at instead of accepting the blame.  Acceptance, my greatest lesson has blessed me with the ability to swallow my pride and break ties with my ego which grew weak from hunger and then slowly died.  The oceans of tears I cried have long dried up and turned into tries, naivety blindly led me to wreak havoc and destruction, my tumourous tantrums transgressed into tremors which shook the world leaving me volcanic and always on the brink of eruption.  Sorrow was the much needed interruption that put an end to the assumption that I was not even fit to be abandoned or abducted.  Clarity and new eyes helped me become enlightened and see the errors of my life, equipped with a better understanding of the conflict between boy and man that raged inside, I managed to gain a greater sense of determination to ensure that my future is devoid of strife.  Floating blissfully now above the world knowing that salvation has finally come, I am happy that I have always held on to hope and now march in rhythm to the beat of its divine drum.