Life can sometimes be a lonely walk to eternity’s edge
A seemingly hopeless pursuit of certain parts of yourself
Lost over the years in the tears of turmoil
Leaving vacancies in your soul as wide as the horizon, and as cold as death’s fingertips.
But as your beating heart declares it may your strides be constant
And your shoulders upright
As I pray surrender finds you not just yet
For perhaps your triumph is right there waiting,
Waiting right there in your next few steps.