As I drown in ink, in secrecy,
A riven mind comes easily,
Amid your words of weaponry,
Unmask the ugliest side of me,
Willing poetry to speak my reality,
Hiding behind pages of elegies,
The dust of annotations and reverie,
© Sarah Lamar King
Excerpt from the book “Imperfect Paths”
Foreword . . .
How many people can say they have not walked on rough terrain to get to where they are today? Most of us have been bruised and beaten to find out who we really are within; to find joy in this life we have been given. We are flawed beings with imperfect paths, and those turbulent journeys can either make us or break us.
It is easy to blame our past wrongs, the people who have tarnished our trust, and the bad bets the world throws at us. But we still hold the power to…
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