how far have i walked, how many pathways travelled, to reach this place, not yet of peace.

how many times has this heart been hollowed out, how many intertwined fingers wrenched apart.

how do i shroud the scars of wounds inflicted, of a soul battered.

how do i continue, through these vagabond alleys,

while the ache of yearning is still ablaze,

the trepidation of unknown tomorrows lurking, 

ever cloaked in that unknowable haze.