A Walk Within A Mile

I've came this far?

"Don't you be scared now, because you can learn to fly on the way down." - lyrics to a good song

      I feel like an old t-shirt that has been washed and hung on the line too many times. I'm an old soul in a foreign body. My emotions are a ranging torrent of shredded dreams. My soul is crying out for help. Scars align my skin, up and down, side to side. My scars aren't only physical, they're mental as well. I honestly don't know how I've came this far. How in the world, am I still alive? I've bared burdens greater than life itself. I've been in spiritual warfare, a constant victim of the devil's work.