I won't live in hate and disparity
Sorrow nor sadness
Disgust and procrastination
Pain with its suffering
Nor will I accept discomfort that is irritating my life
So when the day comes that pain seeps though my door.
I will no longer confront it with hate, but with trust that it will only shape me more
In my memories and in my being it will devore, consuming the person I once was and who I was becoming only to make someone much more beautiful.
