Forward

Reflecting on the tides of loss and love and what I thought was truth, to detriment of soul, of self, what’s given from above, the only path, it seemed, was to repent for broken promises, dreams unfulfilled believing it was me who bore the cost of all the wrongs, for she who isn’t skilled in love will be the cause of what is lost. When time and bitter tongues reveal the past yet fortune finds a way to penetrate the walls that seemingly held ever fast... what heart can live in such uncertain state? For joy to flourish, pain be cast aside and banish doubt to find where faith resides...