Some chains are forged for us - those are the hardest to bear.
If you thought better of me, you would not be so surprised
Truly, it is in loss that we learn a thing's true value.
Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?
Fear and lies fester in darkness. The truth may wound, but it cuts clean.
There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation on a theme. So musicians say the greatest sonatas are composed; whether or not it is true, I do not know, but of a surety I have seen it emerge in the tapestry of my life.