I walked for a long time
on a narrow path of light,
with promise that the sun
would show in darkest night.
But maybe I was foolish,
for this was not my destiny.
All the words, all the lies,
were not what would come to me.
I've been asked to forgive
the liars that have beset my life,
to forget the pain in my spine,
to forget the bloodied knife.
I forgive, I forget, as I
have done time and time before.
But now I take my place in darkness;
to the light, I close the door.