Singing the Story of Me

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July 30, 2015

Contemplating whether or not, at the core of my being, lies an omni-present demon, lurking in the shadows. I believe…I KNOW…that he continues to lurk, but that he will not dictate my life. I am proud of who I am. Yes, I am proudly singing the story of me. 

For peace of mind to be a piece of me,  

A piece of me I must give.  

To truly find serenity,  

Means my life will be mine to live.  


But to ignore a part of what makes me, me:  

To wholly tell me tale.  

Showing only acts one and three  

But in act two is the big unveil.  


Cutting the fat – leaving me lean –  

free to fill the hole  

Ridding me of this cancer has made me feel clean;  

But now filth invades my soul.  


This disease they cut out, was not a disease at all  

T’was a foundational piece of core.  

Imperfections no matter how small  

Teach us how to endure.  


Peace was within me all alone  

Fallible while I may be  

Every misstep adds words to my song  

Proudly singing the story of me.  

 ~A. Hanna

Alex Hanna

Alex Hanna

By day, Alex works as a technologist. By night, he runs Challenge the Storm. Suffering from depression and anxiety, himself, he dedicates every day to help one single person. Something as small as putting a smile on someone else's face may have a bigger impact than you think.

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