Embrace it
I misjudged the length of a brief grievance.
Overtime my heart became a raisin.
What was once full of hope and wonder
calmed down and became somber.
What once was searching and excited
is sitting idle and often hiding.
What was young and exciting,
though ripe, once again can find life inticing.
But how can you turn a raisin back into a grape,
without new wrinkles or a different shape?
You embrace it.
You embrace it.