Prolog: it's been awhile since I had a paper and pen in my hands...

I write what I feel
and that is for I to heal.
A loving hand a yearn to reach
and for forgiveness, I beseech.

Amazing grace
as I gaze upon the staircase,
eagerly awaiting to see his face.

Tracing my footsteps back to his glory,
a broken man's story.
Staring and searching for perfection
at his own reflection.

A lost soul with a great intellect
lacking a soul mate to interact.
Oh, A broken ribcage
Finally setting my heart free from bondage.