Survivor

As I walk down this path the path that reveals purple skies and trees that whisper,a path where no one bothers me and I walk in peace trying to prepare myself for the raging war that happens every day.I walk away from dependence,I walk to complete myself,hoping tomorrow will be better than yesterday was,hoping every step will take me closer to home.The Sunday evening that disturbs children to hurry through their homework,while worried mothers scold their babies to scurry back into their nests,the sunday evenings where purple turned blue in minutes and solitude sources as an awkward form of comfort.The friendly drizzle calms the flame of anger and disparity.The street is wet more moist than wet that my footsteps rustle the moisture when they leave them.Bald eagles both timid and bold fly back to their tree.The lump in my throat seems to have found a comfortable abode in my larynx,Every day something is being discovered.Every day a new lesson has been learnt some sweet.some sensible most plain painful that I'm afraid of what tomorrow might bring.I though I was stronger than this I thought I a  had a fighter within a lover,but  it turns out that I'm just an endurer within a survivor that just gets by everyday,but something within simply won't settle for that,she screams and yells and slaps me to wake up from this trance of this so called reality,she seems convinced beyond doubt that life is better and beyond the realm of unreal realism.The survivor is now a believer.