In a little-known back pocket, I found it. I didn’t know the pocket was there neither did I expect to found anything in it. It was such a small pocket, I could only get two small fingers in it. Absent mindedly I dug in, in the same manner a person fidget with a loose thread on his cardigan and there came out between my fingers, something I never thought I had, I had search everywhere. It wasn’t much to look at, but it the same time , it couldn’t be mistaken, a tiny piece of strength was staring me right in the face. I wouldn’t lie to you, it was really small, but it was real, it was true, authentic, koshner etc name it, me and my tiny piece of strength came face to face, I met its acquaintance, it met my acquaintance. With trembling hand, I gripped my strength tight. This time I must not lose it. I went straight to where I needed to.
‘I am ready’ I said to my excutors, take me to the gaol, put my neck on the line, take me to the chair, I am ready for the cross. I will face my fear, I called unto the pain, let the suffering commence. I will do it! With gritted teeth and white knackles I heard tightly to my tiny piece of strength as the knife came down, the charge went through, the nail pierced. ‘Unto thee I committed my soul’.
I went through my greatest fear and I survived, for I found my strength. I pray you find yours!
Beautiful Ivory 