Because sometimes we are our own worst enemy

And on occasion even I forget that in order to pursuit ones passion, be it art or romance one is required to have guts.

I pray you forgive the executioner and allow her sleep

Pray her axe sharp and your pain brief
Pray you are allowed dignity in your final hour
But more than that insist of your god the life of your enemy
Pray you are not survived long by those who would see you without your head
Demand their end is that of a coward
But pardon the woman with the axe and pray her blade sharp and her hands sure
Especially if you are the author of your own end

The Execution of Lady Jane Grey by Paul Delaroche

Somedays constant fortification is needed to be a writer.

A lovely holidays to all,

Warm regards,

Simone