I have set those free, who I do not need,

In order to get a tighter grasp on those I do.

I have gone down roads without destinations,

To accidentally stumble upon heaven, and bits of hell.

Miles of concrete gobbled up by underbellies of cold machines,

And at my lowest points, I have counted my blessings.



I am okay with loss now.

I am okay with picking up the pieces.

And I am definitely okay with trying.



Minutes and hours have passed where I have felt nothing but content inside this heart,

And in that,

I am okay with crossing out calendar days, which held moments of despair.

Because I have realized:

After the storms have passed, and the earth is busy dissolving the aftermath,

Darkness falls, and in the mean-time,

The sun will always peak over the horizon.


I will have a child’s eyes, seeing everything for the first time,

And everything will be beautiful again.