I took a right turn at confusion,
Past a tree of regretful leaves,
Down the narrowness of contentment,
And found a smile that happily grieves.
Stumbled, into an ocean of unfolded lies,
Waded in the tides of unwiped tears,
Lost in the maze of broken promises,
Then, finally found unrealized fears.
Walking along a path that once was mine,
Holding the wrist of bleeding salvation,
Perceiving voices from darkened meadows,
In my arms, I hold my own deadly creation.
Battered, broken, sacred shining wings,
Pieces of a halo to be left unfound,
My beautiful creation, of burden,
Walking in the blood of honesty unbound.
Walk with me.
