No right or wrong
sows the same harvest,
just as eyes don’t
reveal the same truth. 

We’re told to let go of the past,
but the past never lets go of us.

It’s never hard to
remember exactly what
you want to forget. 

So close to the end,
they never met.
Instead, there
she found a
beginning.

Priorities re
veal passion that is, often,
otherwise unkown. 

Unaware of her beauty
she hid behind those
shining brightly among her.
Timid, she rushed past
hoping she could
avoid being seen.
But she stood for more
than she believed
and couldn’t understand
why they hurt
to see her leave? 

Holding on isn’t nearly
as detrimental as it seems,
unless dwelling is involved. 

Assured, one rests,
but one can never
be too sure.

There’s no
room for rest. 

A familiarly
unfamiliar voice
spoke with such
truthful sincerity
and provided
total encouragement.

Just what we all need.

Why stop now?

Why stop at all?