When goodness escapes the grasp of a pure and peaceful soul,
And the harsh wilderness of life is beyond ones control.
For who am I to look for, and who am I to trust in?
Good grace and higher will eludes me, leaving just within.
To seek council from my loved ones seems to end in pity,
Their support thought is second to none, with sincerity.
Looking beyond hopes short path, to pain cold like winter night,
How destructive a deception born from shock, born from blight.
An end where surely only badness and resent can be,
Why then did such a kind heart turn, such scorn hell-bent on me?
Be it my love or hate, compassion or just ignorance,
None are close to truth, for now settle with indifference.
But resolve became weak with time, and truth prevailed in kind,
So to put such soreness from memory, far from my mind.
Clouds with silver linings are sometimes the hardest to find,
But look hard and then look again, for your own peace of mind.