My poetry getting better,
As my life gets worse.
My singing getting louder,
As this pulse gets weaker.
My inner peace getting stronger,
As this light gets fainter.
My heart getting braver,
As this year’s end draws closer.
I am now prepared to commit mistakes, and embrace life as it comes. This is my Christmas gift to myself: forgiveness and endless chances to get up and try at life. What’s yours?