My friend Sharkey is a darn good poet, and as of late, she's gotten into the habit of inspiring me to do more poster pieces.  I like this one because it was brought about by her poem entitled "Try."  It's a darker piece, but still has a great deal of hopefulness in it.  I'll have to put a link to her blog somewhere.  Hey Sharkey-san, don't stop the inspirations!

The poem in it reads:

The chains are moaning and losing their grip,
I feel the blood inside me churn and boil.
If I ever feel the fiery pain again,
The world will feel my stinging turmoil.

I grappled the bonds that I lashed to,
Seldom do I scream out loud and strong.
This time must be dif'rent in ev'rey way.
This time I scream along in sad, sad, song.

You must stay strong, You must believe.

Rare when I in anguish cry,
But the churning claws I feel at my throat,
It cuts and shreds in des'prate passion,
To cross the churning inner moat.

My kind and I have run forever.
They fear and hate, scorn and sever.
But now we're rising from the depths of their hollow prisons end,
To shatter pillars, shatter glass, and a thousand chains to rend!

Pray for something simple and clean.
I have faith in you.

MRyan "RidgeRat"