So many barns
So many bridges
Gone by my hand
Secrets given away
To sorrow the telling
No sin ever shriven
For deeds such as this
Unforgiven by others
Nor forgiveness for self
On this small fragile craft
I have pushed too far from shore
I shall continue seeking
Seeking Shalimar
Solitary Willing Staying
Finding solace in those losses
I have chosen to embrace.3