Over it

The road is extensive, twisting

Narrow, tough and exact

The struggles are irrelevant

As I know that I am candid in all that I do

Its over

The torturing myself

The fixing

The division that was caused

The breach that cannot be mended

Dealt by the utmost of all traitors

The pain, the clouds cast about my head

Gone now; the need to plead

For my hands and feet are guided by heavens’ holiest of the holy

Vanished now is the desperation, the urgency to make believers out of naught

My smile is that of poise

A smile pointedly a demonstration of my faith in the lord

 Those who cast bread upon the water

Best prepare themselves for the remnants to return

At last, it is done, over, finished

I march straight of spine, spirit high

For god’s love is vast

Greater than the Foley that falls about us