I woke up at the graces of cold air.
Took all until this frailty seceded.
As I frolicked in the beauty of rest and life awakened
A prayer slowly drawn me to bend.
I hoped this is the start of forever
Where
gratefulness would suffice,
Where
I am more than ready to face my own demise,
finally turning deaf ears on bitter lies
apropos my atrocity
and everything that was about me.

No, I don't (just) long for a better life.
I long for a better soul.