UNSTUCK

From confusion at the crossroad of answering the call of purpose

From walking down Purpose-Route without Inspiration

From running the Race without sufficient Grace

From misplaced priorities

From juggling with clarity about who I am and the solutions I've been created to be

From the flaming inferno of hellish situations and then declaring through parched, lonely, tear-stained lips "I will go on"

From being quarantined by pain and alienated to secret struggles

From company of the wounded, bedfellows of the suffering, phantoms of ugly memories that must be exorcised and evicted form the heart of the one who dares to look in the face and say, "I will go on"

_{Completely remodeling the things I can and telling the rest of it to go play in traffic!}