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 childs eyes, seeing everything for the first time,
And everything will be beautiful again.