Dedicated to @CamrynKissel, @NewYorkDoll, and NoraXSWest-AllenFam for their fantastic feedback!

They say that where pain lays,

So does prophecy.

They say that where love stays,

So does tragedy.

They say that humans struggle for any hold of power they may possess in dark times, too.

Our bloodied fingers may reach for the weakest grips of the ghosts that haunt our pasts,

Wishing beyond hope that we could bring such love back.

But the truth of the fact is harder to uncover,

For only through true courage may we discover,

The raw passion of what so many look past in favor of never looking back.

For sometimes,

We must lay in the sadness of others' faithful sins,

To realize the gifts we've been so graciously granted.

Author's Note: I just want to clarify that this is only going to be one of two entries in this book that is written in the form of poetry. I just thought that it would be a unique way to draw in my readers' intrigue. Plus, it kind of helps add a little of that classic Christmas feeling we all love, too :)