Life is Art

Sticks and stones make broken bones

Like empty words make broken homes,

While all the problems tower like domes —

We lie here, marinated in the cadence of zones

Light and dark, and joy and pain

Will always roam the catacombs of your shrieking heart,

So don’t go seeking the sunshine in the rain —

Or tearing yourself apart,

For to live is simply the art of finding gain in all of the pain.