A beautiful life

 My writings are only as good as my tantrums and meltdowns

And those conundrums you throw, 

Not expecting to be answered 

Were they getting better or worse?

But stage by stage

Step by step.

Started with a jerk,

A bit of a hesitation

Then flowed like a stream 

Only to diverge into the woods

Lost and wandering 

Longing to meet 

The oceans green

Will I get better? 

Or are you waiting for the butcher?

Remember, the oceans are blue and still

Swimming is a choice

Survival is fate, lest you forget

It's for you and me

To overcome the test of time.

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