A Statue

Like a statue she stood.
Did centuries go by?
The only sign of life came from her eyes. The tears
fell down in droplets of pain. The joy of
their past would not bring hope for today

Life ceased in her with his last breath.

Now her existence is like shadows.
Not even the place of their vows
could resurrect a Spring. Parting is its own hell. Reunion is its own heaven.

PROOF OF A MAN

The proof of a man is not only in the slander he overcomes but in how he handles praise.The outward pressure of these things will not invade the
soul of one who has inward strength. Curse him because he's a wanderer or
praise him because he’s a king…neither will affect a man who knows who
he is through the path of suffering.