I’m writing this piece in more than one part so I can sleep on how to continue it. And i quite like the idea of you all trying to guess what i’m going on about-interpreting poetry is half the fun!

Face the trials

It truly never was your fault
That you became the way you are
God knows I miss you
The flame became a fading star
In the woods of a better past
I thought us free I thought us happy
But among those emerald trees
Even then we pulled to snap
Then it was at length of arm
Now the chasm is stretched for miles
I know that we can meet again
I beg you-turn to face the trials