Sarah's p.o.v
Blind to the truth, real life issues are overlooked. Expectations slowly begin to crumble and a moment of glee is short-lived. Totally screwed up, life is not a fairytale after all. Hope is not always enough to help me get through storms. Ode to trouble, ode to freewill and other alternatives. It is what it is. Planning my next move is hard sometimes. Endless is this process of becoming whole in the lord. Shaken and broken describes this faith of mine. Shadows dance blocking out the beautiful sunshine. If only I had a time machine then I could redo the past. My regrets and small sacrifices go on unheard forever. I burn, I surrender, and then I learn to accept the reality of my circumstances. Safe in the arms of love, joy is a dove that is flying above my head. Marching forward instead of backwards, I yearn for serenity