yet creative efforts survive
the wash and wear of life
silencing the beast
that lay within
for the veil that separates
the vividly real from the ethereal
she is at peace
day old corpses
resurrect come day three
the final challenge
dispensing of illusion
cleaning house (metaphorically speaking),
emptying journal pages
leaving worn out beliefs and hurtful people behind...
thank God bad is but a blip on the radar of life...
sometimes, you just have to just say "Fuck Off Already!!! "
Life is good!
image source: joe curtin _we heart it