We face our beginning; with one wrong step, our end.
Both ends tangle as we explore—we share
The now and could be. Time blends.
Fingers, trembling, you lend
And tangle through mine—we must beware.
What if the beginning is also the end?
Oh, candlelight, soft and gentle—tend
To this, for I don’t dare;
I’ll just sit still as time blends.
What if I told you I want to mend
Your heart, fit it next to mine, a pair.
What if I want the beginning, not the end?
If time is kind, I hope you’ll defend
Every blinding moment from despair;
Show me the way that time blends.
Hold the moment for a little while, suspend
It until I’m the focus of your stare.
Tell me it’s the beginning, even if it’s the end.
I’ve found I need the way time blends.
Sarah Hughes has an addiction to writing, which lead her to read English Literature and Creative Writing at the University of Warwick. This addiction often manifests itself as illegible scribblings from ideas late at night, which would be inconvenient if she wasn’t exceptional at sleeping and deciphering her own handwriting.
She thrives on difficult Christian questions and loves discussing her Lord with anyone who will listen, from teachers to best friends to classmates. But what she loves most is sharing the love that sustains and saves her, in the imperfect way she manages.
Sarah also has a flair for the dramatic and enjoys exploring character motivations both on the page and off. When not reading, she can be found singing along to her favorite music, playing her guitar, or, most likely, writing. Her favorite days are uninterrupted writing days, the mystical mornings when stories are created.