If I wonder at the beauty,
Or complain that I’m not ready yet,
It’s only to me it matters,
Because still, the sun will set,
Whether my heart is filled with courage,
Or there’s peace with what has stayed,
Or I cry because it’s ending,
Still, the colors fade.
This alone is my decision,
Whether I call it wrong or right,
To choose how I face the darkness,
Because still there comes the night.

JDoyle