Warning 13

These warnings have been yours, not mine.

Control here is mine, not yours.

So often words fall flat, seeds unsprouted.

So often sprouts burst forth, meaning shaped.

My honest prayer is that one's intention marks one's path

Not one's reputation or mistakes or lot, but heart.

Reasons matter or none of us do

But if path is hard may one wish to walk it with you.

For these roads all feel long, when love's absent

But every trek is gold when love's present