Sun 1:29 PM

i find no pride in where i’m from but am proud of what i’ve become
past scars and struggles can make you beautiful if you let it
then i’ll step aside and paint my soul out of messes
freedom is to bear no resentment
if the divine is to create beauty out of chaos
then god resides as a dormant choice in everyone
i’ll make something divine of myself, quarantine the rest, and never look at the past
the beauty of life is to let it be what it is and that is whatever you see it as
so i choose to laugh at hell and shrug off heaven
in an ambitious effort to become an element of my own, free of definition
with nothing to fear but myself i’ll be my own remission