a simple story

didn't really believe
I would make it this far
starting a new life
with something more inside

what is this feeling?

is it hope? is it strength?

whatever it is
seems to have helped
put my demons to bed
and the skeletons to sleep

i don't want perfection
i merely write stories
of what is around
and all there is to see

beauty is inside
and not what you see
hope is a choice
but then so is fear

life is too short
for you to live up
to what others expect
of you to become