More Beautiful Than They Would Have Us Believe
Logs are flaming in the fire pit.
Late evening sky turns dark and fills with stars.
A glass of red to disinhibit
And my heart fills with gladness
And bursts with gratitude.
What are these inhibitions anyway?
Just societal chains thrown my way
Posing as lifelines,
But in reality, tethers,
Binding me to a truth
No longer of any value in my world.
Fire, darkness, shining stars
Love, knowing, belonging.
Life! So, so, so much more beautiful
Than they would have us believe.