12-1-20

The pieces of our life, broken and torn;

The pieces from which our future is born.

Beauty is not what I thought it was,

Neither is the truth.

Tears express my gratitude

For the wreckage of my youth.

Peace is ever-present, if I am small enough to see.

The person I’ve become is the one I am meant to be.

Nothing is revealed, there is nothing I miss,

This moment, this place, this life, – only this.