Motivation

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
You'll fight a little longer
You'll find a way to conquer
Even though you're laced with chains


Hold your head a little higher
Nobody likes a crier
Never extinguish that fire
That's burning in your veins


March forward strong and straight
No matter how they twist your state
Only you will dictate
How it is that you will reign

Hold tightly to your power
Stand firmly on your tower
Brave through your darkest hours
Don't let go of the reins

Resist to being pulled under
Don't be afraid to sunder
Be the lightning and the thunder
That comes in with the rain

Let the waves crash and roar
Though they sabotage your shores
They are just another war
For you to win on your terrain

Always summon the strength to fight
Give yourself up to your plight
But through the darkness, don't lose sight
Of yourself in the bloodshed and pain


Because what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
And you'll fight so much longer
You will never fail to conquer
And your dragons will be slain

The Pawn

I am not the king, so noble in his throne
Nor the regal queen by his hand
I am not the tower whose gaze can roam
So far and steady as he stands
I am not the knight with all his pride
Not even his graceful steed
I am not the bishop by His Majesty's side
With loyalty in his every heed

I do not hold any power great
Nor am I blessed with able speech
My steps by far cannot equate
To whose agility I beseech

Yet with my comrades, here I stand
In a single block of eight-squared land
For king and kingdom I will fight
'Til enemy lines are behind my sight
Square by square, I'll find rank eight
And upon that line I'll seal my fate
This hope I have will never stray
That I, too, might be great someday.

Torn

I'm spending
my entire life suspending
in a violent tornado, blending
my love and hate, pretending
to get along. I'm torn, the tension is ascending;
I'm on my own, defending
both warring sides unbending,
still I'm apprehending
I try so hard, intending
to fix the trauma, lending
myself to the offending
sides, but my this is never ending
and my hope is fast descending
why can't these wounds be mending
instead of ever extending?
where is all this sending
me?