(small lettering etched in black inks with personal shorthand off to the side)


~Trodden and trampled the paths of this land.
Foretold and forlorn... and still they stand.
Tainted the paths painted in blood.
The mountains- the sands- the trudged through mud.

~My travels uncharted, still unfamiliar....
Unraveling the maps I continually refer...
Travesties in all degrees...
and sorrows with pith and pyre.
Feeding flames that burn from within,
throwing the fuel to the fire.

~Burnt black powder from Caernivale...
To the small rocky path and worn down trail.
To rest my head in Crescent Cove..
Recollecting daisies amidst a grove.
The color then fades its crimson shades.
Thoughts they calm, as water cascades.

~Word be sent and thus received.
Prior thoughts, the preconceived.
The same as before tattered and torn.
Blood stained streets throughout Valorn.

~A family anew at Honors Guild.
In hopes- restore...rekindle...rebuild...
"Learn to trust," are the words that I tell myself.
More so the actions that reflect itself.

~Kindness sought as kindness be given
Forsaken are some and others forgiven.
Some, their egos feed their souls
Blacker than the darkest coals.
A taste that tastes so bitter sweet.
Truths be masked in sweet deceit.

~Others their hearts be worn on sleeve
A spiral serene in the webs they weave.
My words brought forth, silence confides.
Broken down my walls, as silence divides.

~Perhaps it's worth all the ache.
To let the broken be the break.~