Beautiful Ashes

I’m here, in this world

my struggle is ugly, but my fight is beautiful

I’m a ballerina with an imperfect twirl

I have a sad beginning that makes me fear the ending

A lot of love at the welcoming, but..

At the exit, is it hate that’s attending?

Before I rest in my forever bed

Please remember what matters

It’s what I did and said

After all,

I can have a torn dress

I can be ugly, no makeup

I can be a mess

I can have my hair in my face

I can lay crooked

I don’t have to wear lace

I can have my hands uncrossed

I can have chipped nail polish

But, one thing I CANNOT have, is hate…it matters when my soul exits

I’m scattered, leaving a path to a garden made from my beautiful ashes