We tend to land wherever we are hurled. I lost the will to count on the unseen when I became a man and met the world.
To tell the truth, it left me caught between maturity and blind and childlike faith I lost the will to count on the unseen.
Beliefs and conscience haunted like a wraith. I struggled with identity and trust, maturity, and blind and childlike faith.
Alas, in time, we all learn what we must, and give ourselves no small amount of grief. I struggled with identity and trust.
Was it for self or kin I claimed belief? We tend to ask ourselves what we can't know, and give ourselves no small amount of grief.
Maturity, it seems, just comes on slow- we tend to ask ourselves what we can't know. We tend to land wherever we are hurled. When I became a man and met the world.
Terzanelle, a repost of my first attempt in the style.