Written

Unkept promises and a broken heart
Fragments, memories, splintered hurt
Of what had been and what was not
Ashes of memories in the fire of time
Remnants of past swirling in thoughts

A part shuttered and left for dead
Lest past repeat itself over cruel time
Festering the wounds scarcely forgotten
Of what was deserved but not given
In hazy labyrinths now left untrodden

Such is the paradox of our lives
Wherein the splinters of our past
Cloud the immediacy of our present
And in killing a part of our hearts
Deaden a slice of our lifetimes

But fate works in strange ways
And what shall be will come to pass
Flooding our hearts with joy of us
Burning in its impassioned fire
The deadwood of memories past


And so this be said…

You kill a part of yourself
To achieve honorable ends
And in doing so you realize
That whatever happens
Was what was meant

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[Marie]

"There is a destiny that shapes our ends..."