"Pleasant words are as a honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and healthy to the bones."
Monday, November 8, 2010
a light will shine on through
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, so they say...
Why does time seem to skip a turn, a prisoner of its own term.
The horizon so far in the distance, just how much longer till the pain wither.
Contemplating her very existence, what this heart needs is more than just a reason.
Looking up, she's waiting to be rescued,
...hoping in that very moment, a light will shine on through.