something has died. something has come alive.
this rotten seed has finally stopped trying.
as if fresh ripen figs turned into dark dried crystals over time.
over time the trees gain a few rings and lose some buds;
over time soil gets more fertile, or sterile;
over time, not all bacteria become probiotics,
but some make aged wine.
over time I learn to embody myself, with or without fear
over time all prayers are answered, in ways that I like it or not.
Today marks the end of an era.
Let’s rest in peace without hope,
knowing that the yet to be arrived will come,
if I choose to stop hoping and start choosing.
by Gracelynn Lau Feb 12, 2020