this is life

let’s pack our bags

and leave this place.

leave it all behind

everything we’ve faced.

life is good.

it has been, anyway.

i’m grateful and i’m loved.

i am love.

it finally makes sense:

why life was this hard;

all the troubles were opportunities

to make me feel alarmed.

through the ups and downs

there hasn’t been anyone there—

no one but myself.

without realizing it,

the dark shadow was always a reflection

of the beauty in light

and the horror of the fight.

i love it though

because without it,

i couldnt appreciate life.

life is special,

life is fright.

it’s scary and amazing,

but full of light.

i get it now.

why it’s so hard.

i can appreciate the life i’ve lived

and all that comes with.

a mix between beauty and fright;

this is life.