When I found freedom in forgiveness,
to my soul’s rebirth, I soon stood as a witness.
For, to grow we must explore,
those dark parts we hide,
and most abhor.
Or embrace,
In the rare case,
that you’ve grown to ignore lines on your bare face,
and you’ve lived for time tossed aside,
in an odd and unfair chase.
So, can you tell me,
how does loss taste?
The Loss Taste
Dim Opus 