Journey through the storm..

As we walk through the valley of life, we will come to notice that everything is more than just a game. We brace ourselves and face the storm; with swords and shields we wield and fortify our ground. And every once in a while, we take a deep breath, hoping that no opportunist would come and snipe us down. So we kept alert and with our eyes wide opened as the eagle's. Then, at certain point of our lives, we come across someone attractive, and we begin to let down our shield, sheath the sword. And as time goes by, we removed our armor and helmet, and our faces began to show. Emotions that were guarded, now runs free and seem ever so comfortable at it's own pace. We began to trust so much more than we could ever, we tore down every brick we built before, and with a hammer, we smashed down barriers around us. Just as everything was going on well, we find ourselves walking into a very trap of thorns, arrows and piercing weapons. Cutting from every angle, slicing our flesh, our blood oozed out of the flesh, we cried in pain but nothing could be done, for we walked right into the wounds that could have been prevented by the shield and armor we once wore. So we ran, we ran with all our might, we ran until we could not run anymore. With every step of bloody footprints and dripping wounds, we held our breath and kept moving away; away from the place where it all taken place. Everything happened so quickly, that within moments we find ourselves collapsing on the hard earth, tearing with reasons that we could not understand. We dragged ourselves around for a while; with little strength, we breathed heavily. Time does miracles, the bleeding stopped, the pain was gone, bandages removed but scars were formed. We then returned to the very same spot where we began. Picking up the shield and sword that we left behind, we put them on and walk with no physical hurt but only pain in the memories of the scars left on our bodies. We wore armors, we held shields, we wielded swords, we built walls and barriers thicker than before. We become sharper than the eagle, tougher than the bear, swifter than the cheetahs; and slowly we moved, constantly reminding ourselves to not let loose of our guard. With our hands rubbing on the scars left on our flesh, we stiffen our jaws and gritted our teeth and walked every step with heavy breaths; fearing of the known and unknown that might strike anytime and anywhere. We walked with no openings, not realizing the chinks in the armor that could give us away..