Intrepid are the ups and downs of life, like waves, aiming higher with each new surge. Intrepid are the hearts of lovers, given with abandon to those that cherish who they were, who they are, and who they will become. Intrepid are the ones with ambitions of the quill, scratching the ink in their blood against paper as the midnight oil burns. Intrepid are those everlasting inscriptions of the soul. Intrepid are the minds of the dreamers, always striving to learn, to grow, to evolve. Never fearing to stand on their feet and fight for what matters. Those that dare to live, make history. Those that dare to survive and thrive, are forever immortal.
Forever the Intrepid.
© Sarah Doughty