I hope,
to never carry
An improvised heart.
For a deceit of the heart,
Alters not,
my wisdom,
Ever great and bold.
But!
my being and a soul,
once gentle.

I refuse to bear
An improvised soul.

I say,
be honest,
To my only self.
And, hear not of a heaven,
Singing majesty.
Rather!
Of a silent laughter within.
More profound.
Even lovelier!

Live not
on inhibitions. but on
some tranquility.
Peace and quiet.

Hush…
Hush…

Not on improvised
happiness,
Not one with guilt.
Not one with hate.

To self,
be true!