This is the tapestry of my soul sewed in sweat, trials and tears each stitch a reminder of the vanished past when every episode stood as a testament of life's most tempestuous years
but I've resurrected from the ruins of time and every scene I survey now with serenity even in the darkest of night the brightest of light illuminates from my treasured tapestry.
* inspired by the preamble of Jane Taylor Hardy, a fellow-writer in HP-- many thanks, Jane