Embrace what is and create beauty with it.
The secret to dying with a sly grin on our heart, I’m told.
If only I could embrace and condemn.
If only beauty came from fear.
If only I could heal without forgiving.
If only peace didn’t mean freeing pain.
If only I could love this but not that.
Sly grins at the exit are kinda spendy.
I’ll be working my whole life to earn one.
If I’m lucky.