It all dissolves like ice cubes at the bottom of a scotch,
Moments, people, places wash from memory with enough time,
The sad and painful past you can’t quite understand –
What drives someone to lose their humanity,
Is it in us all, or is it some sick anomaly?
You’ll never really know, nor is it necessary that you do.
Through agony shines in a blaring light,
The past feeds the present,
And at present you are strong and whole.
Forgive where you can and go on,
Brave as you flow along, steady in the path you chose.
sealed in ink 