Poetry by Pam

Unspeakable thoughts in a long hard battle. Each defend their territory during the struggle Compelled to hold the title of master Impressing sitting ringside supporters From foot to foot adjusting the weight Dripping in sweat while tempting fate Compelled to hold the title of master Energizing sitting ringside supporters Purposed in ability to excercise strategy Dancing around unfamiliar views tragically Compelled to hold the title of master Losing sitting ringside supporters Total and complete silence on a blank canvas because we were at a loss for words The challenge went unanswered Where are all the supporters

It's not the best of us that encourage the others or that inspire greatness beaten into paths that increased the standards They are the ones who by God's grace challenged and defeated fate stepped onto obstacles that impeded the race They are the ones who won inspite of and whom we celebrate marked by what we want most to become Their faith defended by the foolishness of the mind sustained without a trail begged direction except the path went upward They are the ones who fed our hunger for breadcrumbs while opening invisible doors that fed their souls