Through the fog of it all, the songbirds sang the loudest. In the depths of my tears, I strived to pierce the haze. Crippled at my soul, I masked the bitter truth for the betterment of those I loved. Peace was never attainable, moderation reached at best. The scars scorched too deep to allow a return to childlike innocence. Events of my own doing etch a past unable to overcome. My pain is a cumulative taste of what I’d cast unto others. Self serving decisions rooted in ego and lust bind my psyche with an inescapable weight. To end it all is the weak solution often sourced. 

Redemption is my anecdote. 

An internal forgiveness forges the way. Conquering the demons and quelling them in perpetuity provides a free conscience. Burrowing away my lessons learned in attempt to guard my pride is a disservice for the confused and hurting I encounter. Mentoring through subjective transparency welds the strongest bond to a yearning derelict. This selfless pursuit gives way to the sunshine. A blue sky where the songbirds soar free.