perditioner:   "“All these years, you’ve lived but you’ve never had a life.“"

     FOR YEARS AND YEARS–—

   as he’s been wandering a rocky road, not the way of life but a path that
lead nowhere unforeseeable.  the least of grace in itself and a crooked
 smile of its burning white. and he was uncertain, with shaking knees just
               as unheard pleas lost and caught in the back of his throat.

   and it was the line or perhaps what lies behind the line between
freedom and faith that made him fear. for FEAR of the unknown
     that few angels ever touched, o, embraced with all they had and
             were to be damned beyond eternity.

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  ‘     –—–i know.

    IT WAS A LONE WAY,

                               a blind way with bitter endings.
         it was what he was afraid of. all that it would take to find the
           guts and fortitude and what would get lost over the courage
                 to search for what could not be fathomed.

but for shared history and the miles they walked, could he not be
    brave? was he not ready to take that LEAP to freedom..? so with
  hollow bones and chest he stood like at the edge of a cliff,
                  his only choices being falling forward or going back.

                                               (was all of that he had faith in meant to corrode?)

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          ‘    maybe i do now.

                            and maybe––– he fell long ago.