All of this was meant to be seen.
By someone.
By me.
Guided by the lantern amid
the furnace of my heart.
To lead a new future,
to a world that smiles as I pass by; knowing I can hold the weight of their entire being: Oh, to craddle one's sins.
After, before, they knew it to be hurt.

Hurt.
Is nothing to an indomnitable will
wading in primordial waters.
Spitting water plafully to cover you wet.
With a smile on his grimace.
Drinking the sincerity of forgiveness.