As a Child

As a child, it seemed so simple;
Every step was clearly marked.
Priesthood, mission, sweetheart, temple;
Bright with hope I soon embarked.
But now I have become a man,
And doubt the promise of the plan.

For the path is growing steeper,
And a slip could mean my death.
Plunging upward, ever deeper,
I can barely catch my breath.
Oh, where within this untamed wild
Is the star that led me as a child?

As I crest the shadowed mountain,
I embrace the endless sky;
The expanse of heaven's fountain
Now unfolds before my eye.
A thousand stars shine on the land,
The chart drafted by my own hand.

Can't Sleep

Imagine with me for a moment, if you will, that your entire world consists of a single solitary glass panel and you can only stand by and watch as it shatters before you, and every time you try to pick a piece of it up it cuts you, some pieces cut deeper than others, and no matter how hard you try you can’t put them back together, and no matter how careful you are you can’t pick any of them up without you hurting and bleeding. What would you do? Would you give up and move on, or would you cling to the pieces you love even if they are the ones that hurt you the most? Would the pain, the bleeding, and the crying be enough to push you away or would you hold on even tighter despite it all?

New Phone, New Apartment, New Zest!

Well, I'm getting back into the game. Many of my teammates have abandoned me, but to those who've stood by me I'm eternally grateful.

I can still smile

Threads of an old life

How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand. There is no going back. There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.

-Frodo Baggins