Resentment

The gift called Life. It should be beautiful and painless. It should not be a merciless trial to compensate for your uncommitted sins.
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Turn it over.

Rewind.

If your life fails to make you smile

Look at the sky — from soft twilight to the mysterious galaxies

You live there. Endlessly.

The reality — like a deadly parasite

It crawls onto your tender skin with its poisonous claws.

You cannot exterminate it;

You cannot peel off your skin, either.

But, before it sucks up your soul

At least — in one form or another

Make peace with your true essence.

Which version of you would thank you in the future?

Will you forgive yourself for self-acceptance?

Because, it is not just the pain

You want to escape from.

It is reality itself — constantly demanding you

To transform, to re-shape, to fit

In this multilayered universe.

YOU DO, THEREFORE, YOU ARE —

They made you believe so since your birth.

After your death,

That reality will never remember you;

And even if it does, what’s the point in it

If you cannot live your own life?

Let go.

Embrace yourself.

You are that flicker of light

In thousands of dark light-years;

You know, you know how to set yourself free.