Forgiving Pride

A peak around the corner;
There’s nothing to be seen.
You hear vibration’s murmur -
The music low and mean.
Sorrows are not forgotten;
They linger by your side.
They remind you of your past
And leave no space to hide.
The melody sweeps ‘round you.
It whispers in your ear:
“My child, your days are not through.
Breathe Life and do not fear.”
Feel the kiss of the morning sun.
Blush at the thought of days undone.