Where the roads intersect,
is where my meek life hangs by a thread

Where the thread breaks,
I fall into depths of darkness

Where darkness poisons my veins
and tortures my body with heartwrenching pain and agony

Where pain decays my being,
until I am nothing but a cell of what once was

However the thread can mend
building a life that was once a dream

Where the heart pumps confidence, and determination through means of my veins to my finger tips

Where dignity and strength are regained,
in the center of my heart to the core of my being

Where the change of heart,
leads to the wildest ideas morphing to reality