Forgiveness, I have found, is a slow walk. A tender crawl.
W. SCOTTForgiveness, I have found, is a slow walk. A tender crawl.
W. SCOTTBut I know courage. It is never lost.
W. SCOTTTo be given a chance over and over again is a miracle in itself.
W. SCOTTHonesty, love never stopped looking for you.
W. SCOTTUsing each heartbeat as a second chance.
W. SCOTTBut when has worry ever produced a miracle?
W. SCOTTWe are broken. But never beyond repair.
W. SCOTTBut what have we learnt without the chaos?
W. SCOTTThere is always a bit of love whispering from somewhere.
W. SCOTTMost days, I am the rain. – And that’s okay.
W. SCOTTChoose to make every pulse worth it.
W. SCOTTWhat a victory it will be to taste the light again.
W. SCOTTForgiveness – nectar for the soul. A heartbeat.
W. SCOTTIn a way, hope is a type of courage too.
W. SCOTTWhat is my ribcage if not a prison for hope.
W. SCOTTI think there is miracle always spilling into something.
W. SCOTT