Shall I reside in shadows of past years like a silhouette where light appears dimmed as life’s entangled path cuts deep like spears of perforating thorns overly brimmed? Shall I guard the fragility of heart and retreat stumbling with blindfolded sight unless black shrouds unveils colourful art of silky roses grown in shades of light? Shall I remain dwelling and not then seek life that awaits a brave travellers feet — yet, would not a fervent heart grow so meek with a dying rhythm of its own beat? Amidst faith, scars from life’s thorns slowly heals upon a path where inner self reveals.