Untouchable

On a cold winter's night, the brisk wind blows.
It tosses my hair across my face.
As I embark on a new journey of only which tales have been told of a fate worse than death, I move closer to face what I have feared.
Though you try to bleed my life from my body, there is a force more stronger than death that guides me to do grasp my dreams and become what I want to be.
Whether it may be strong as bamboo,
or gentle as a butterfly's wing,
I am ready for whatever, whenever, and whoever, that may threaten my existence.
As I stare at my hands with its youthful creases, those that hate me should feel threatened.
For isn't it true that even a dove's wings can be fatal to a foolish man.