The Black and White of things

Whenever I have faced a challenge, win or lose, I come out better. The sight of morning reminds us how important the night was, and the night makes us yearn for the light of day. Everything that tries to break us is an opportunity for us to rise above the ordinary. Pain and loss, reminds us about how precious some things were, and defeat makes us fight for victory.

Rebirth

When you can, walk away,

Drop the knife and forget the blade,

Maybe learn to fly today,

And let the memories slowly fade,

Forget the pain that proliferates,

Stop looking at the skies for signs again,

Forget the dark that obliterates,

And dare to dream of brighter days,

See your light and its infinite rays,

Don't stop to think of what you lose,

If you stand and begin to move,

And the hand that breaks your stride,

now blossoms into your pride,

For though we lose our strength to strive,

We push on through the eternal night,

And every single drop of hate,

Now withers away in front of fate,

And then you spread your angelic wings,

And rise to the skies on vermillion winds,

If not for my enemy, then what am I?

If not for sorrow, what's a smile?