Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.

A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmareto the jeweled vision of a life started anew.

Hope drowned in shadowsemerges fiercely splendid––boldly angelic.

First steps are always the hardest but until they are taken the notion of progress remains only a notion and not an achievement.

Poetry empowers the simplest of lives to confront the most extreme sorrows with courage, and motivates the mightiest of offices to humbly heed lessons in compassion.