Memoirs Of A Teenage Heart

It is better to light a candle than curse the darkness

Life is a peculiar thing;

one moment everything is perfect

and then in the bolt of lightning,

the bark of a dog,

the blink of an eye,

that perfection is marred with great scars

and damaged beyond any recognition.

But of course,

It can quite as easily lean the other way;

through the still smouldering ashes

of life's most recent victim,

rises a new light;

a new light filled with hope,

filled with colour,

filled with promise.

A second chance at a game you've already lost.

and it is in the depths of night,

that I find myself toying between which I am experiencing...