Sometimes I
reek of stale dreams
and shards of
splintered vows pierce my hopes
The horizon is
tinged with hues of regret
As
reminiscences of a promised happiness take me to places I don't want to go
That's when I
shrug off my cape of despair
As I inhale
lungfuls of faith
And hem my
blessings with gratitude
And begin to
rewrite my fate
(C) M*S*N 28/10/2014