Every single beautiful terrible day
you are alive
give, take, want, need, hunger,
please remember to forgive yourself
to believe in more than what you have seen
to know
I never understood that being
isn’t always about happiness
Have I not come to color in all the colors?
we suffer ourselves
drenching in guilt, rubbing shame in like lotion, flying
kites on the drafts from our regrets,
our past becomes this dead animal that we drag through the
forest
bury it where you stand
How does an ex-junkie, nine-time felon, dead-beat dad, look
at himself in the mirror?
its rather simple really
I found a truth
a truth that may be yours too
I am
not the things the I have done
but the things I am doing.
amen.
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