Withered down sickled skin,
Layers paved my way,
Stricken down got back up,
Scars create my faith,
Fizzled dreams dropped my tears,
Eyes just stay alive,
Stepping over every stone,
Life becomes defined,
Seeing what I never saw,
Feeling where I am,
I love this path I follow,
Creating where I stand
Nicholas Lind
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-moment-7/
