It helps, as your hair fans in its waters, before the other shore is visible, to make your heart new oaths–ones you’ll drag from your death if the river demands it.
I know my oaths. One is to this damn beast of mine. I’m going to explode it to the place it needs to be. I’m not giving up. The other is to my short stories. Why haven’t I ever tried to hone for publication? Who cares. It’s happening now.
Failure is the gamble of every little paper boat sailing into its Rubicon. The coin of experience would be nothing without failure.
It matters not the outcome
If what you will gain instead
Is a heart deepened in the knowing
That experience carves the soul
And the very thing that empties you
Shall surely make you whole
~ The Cruxshadows
I have given Delilah a pair of scissors, and my head is on her lap. But my power isn’t in my hair. It’s in my ability to keep going without it.