To whom it may concern,

I have traveled down such snarled paths and never have I seen one quite like this. Each mangled tree that has lined the way is a newfounding object in my lifes display. Ive carved a memory into each one in hopes that someday I may find it once more. But on this path there are no snarled trees, only lilacs, roses, and sometimes daisies. How can I carve into such beauty to preserve such a memory someday? Perhaps I may not need to force my recognition mentally, since my heart already understands. Perhaps I should let go of the past, and be vunerable as I walk amongst the flowers. While the trees kept me in their shade, the flowers shined the way. And yet. Never forget. The stars will always play. Im afraid though. For as I walked along the flowers, in their fear they attacked me. And hurt my heart deep within. But sometimes, the things that light your path, even if they dim, they will come back, perhaps alittle dimmer, but shining the way nevertheless and only to become stronger along the way.

Just a thought, Inny

May forgiveness let my heart trust once more