Yes, I am re-awakened.
I look toward the pain.
Look for the pain.
But, for beauty.
Beauty in the anger,
Beauty in the loss,
Beauty in the longing,
Beauty in the decay,
Beauty in the fear,
Beauty in the regret,
Beauty in the hurt,
Beauty in the face of you.
Yes, I am awakened.
I see you now.
I see me, now.
I give up!
And open myself to the mend inherent.
Come with me.
Where you are welcome.
When You Were Mine 