A Priceless Soul Fulfilled in Emotional Wealth Costed a Fortunate Life
Updated: Aug 31
A true sense of life burned deep within my once darkened soul, as the flickers of candle lit passage forged my discovered treasures enriched in self-love’s kindest regards, as I remained with a less stricken fiery toll upon a storied life.
I paid the ultimate price for weighing the scales of justifications scotched in the dawn of every morrow’s awakening. Ensured by my history’s completed goals risen ado to a struggled means, as the emotions of every failure spilt humbled upon battled grounds forever forgiven for my understanding of humanity’s rule.
I costed the pricelessness of a soul worthy of life’s most purposeful dreams, well adept into the depths of all the forsaken hype, but still I felt fortunate to dispel a heart’s distrust, and the powers of emotional wealth enriched my sense of belonging to a life of good influences and beliefs to bear fruit.
A fulfilled life of valued experiences costed little to portray my successes, as the truth about living well afforded a dreamer the perfect visions to appear ever true, even as every dream waged and paid out in rewarded redemptions satisfactory over time’s remembrance of such a flawed life.