Lines Left on The Cutting Room Floor - January 13, 2019

A child’s bleeding hid you from the truth,
loosed you from your moorings. Prove now that words
corrupted all you shared, that misaligned
beginnings are not lies, nor are they fate.

Beware the sparrow’s shadow. Don’t look back.
In pursuit of faith, console yourself that fear
was god’s first gift. Eschew the path it dare
not darken. Ride its current. Don’t look back!