I see through the thicket of grapevine and thistle that hides the gate to the meadow.
But I don’t wish to clear that path yet.
I am of use on this side of the fence, for I am strong beyond the reckonings of fortitude.
I know the dawn, the dusk and the hours between.
I am the weakest of the players that grace the stage in this comedy of drama,
this sphere of bewilderment I call my world. Through weakness and self doubt,
fear and anger, my arrogance and cruelty to those that could have suffered my
wrath is diminished to a slight. Let them play. I’m not the master of destiny.
I am of the wood, the rock. I, myself, am the thicket that hides the fence.- Sinz