Age makes me beautiful
Death will set me free
I have been abandoned
Yet I am alive
Drift wood on Marina Beach
Basking in the sunshine
Enjoying the breeze
Proud of its scars
Proud of the wounds that have healed
Which show but do not bleed
Peace has replaced pain
Acceptance desires
Chase stillness
Consciousness, compulsiveness
Surrender control
What is has replaced what could be, what was, what should be
Through all the wandering
And wrong turns
Today I reached home
And saw the divine plan