Miracles Aren't Real

Defined

What we create and what we destroy defines and labels us as good or bad.

Right or wrong.

You could create something beautiful

exstinguish the hurt and the lies,

that seems to automatically make you a saint.

bring to life every tragedy that plays through your mind

drown every selfless act,

become a monster.

We'd all like to believe that.

But we're just people.

We aren't saints

and we don't ever truly become monsters.

Life isn't all black and white,

but a muddy pool of swirling colors. 

It's what we feed into that makes all of the difference.