Old and Young

who is this man i see in the mirror?

the horrors ive seen, the obstacles ive overcome, the will i possess, the persistance.... the knowlege.... the wisdom.... the awareness....

yet i am 12. i am 14. i am 17.

how can i burn the rage down through my bones. pass through the fire and come out the other side numb.... if i am also so weak and so hurt?

where is the comfort? where is the power and strength that i should have if i have all these other qualities?

how can you be blessed with so much and yet suffer every day?

i just dont understand.

i saw my father before he passed and his strength. i saw