What was is now behind.
Monuments that cannot grow but must remain.
Constable to a life once lived.
Into the dust of becoming, she furrows.
A new path emerging into horizon's fade,
Sewing peace into uncertain turn.
What gathers here is not farewell.
What lingers is not regret.
What's buried is not wreckage and ruin.
These are the gates of discovery,
Guidepost into a wilderness of beyond,
Shadows of steps yet taken.
Her journey has no beginning.
It begs of no end.
She is eternal, unyielding to the temptations of time.
What becomes is all that she has done.
What awaits is everything she can be.
What's left is testament to everything she has been.
About the Creator
Chad Mathews
My friends call me Beard. I'm an Emmy Winning Producer, Artist, and Musician with a passion for creativity in all its forms. I'm here to share my own artistic journey as well as create new connections and explore new ideas.
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