Standing within stone walls of a church
A cross in front of him.
A cross around his neck.
It’s silver cold on his bare skin
The only reminder he allows himself to keep.
Of a past life he wishes to forget.
The hole grows larger each day.
And he is close to giving up.
The memory of why he has it..
The only thing that stops him.
But it is not the cross that he sees
The final night but that of his guardian angel.
He decides it is best to live without the cross
But rather with what he saw
Can he just let his past go like that?
By just giving it away.
And replacing it with what he saw.
His past promises his future his life