[ FF ] Can you tell your life story in just 200 words ?

Born to the breath of a world 
 Borne upon the frailty of life. 
 One year ’ s passage to the loss of the funny man. 
 No more laughter, she cries for me. 
 One swims for two. 
 Day and night, the harbingers of progress. 
 Spirits heal the broken bone. 
 Soon we meet our separation, 
 But not forever. 
 She isn ’ t leaving like the funny man. 
 Stagnant, trudging through leaf and ink, 
 Preparing plans for an unpredictable future. 
 And through the blackened swirl a light of comfort. 
 Soft. Beguiling. 
 But transient. Unforgiving. 
 A fleeting flame extinguished 
 Begins my journey through the inky forest 
 Alone. 
 Mapless and cold, the forest leaves no clues. 
 Lifeless husks of plans and trials 
 Break underfoot 
 And trees of opportunity part their branches to reveal 
 No guidance. 
 But through the boughs a pale finger 
 Lights a clear path. 
 Darkness makes the faint light brightest. 
 A spark to burn a passion 
 For the future. 
 I remember the funny man 
 That I never really knew 
 And stoke the fire with memories of others 
 To forge a path to the pride of memories. 
 And the pale finger 
 A companion through darkest hours. 
 The forest has no end, 
 But its boughs are not so dark.
