Things Did Get Better

Thoughts were written a time ago

There was sadness abound each line

This is the feelings when pen went to paper

Reason gift was given is now understood

Each dot of ink poisons extracted

Tasting foul reminders of yesterday

One particular story sheds mountains

One can see how far road was taken

Channel behind merely a pin dot of dark

What lies ahead is a knight in shining armor

When children fight dragons

Justice is a field of wildflowers