Work of Art (Poem)

I’m just passing by in life,

and I'm hanging by a thin rope,

but I’m okay,

so, thank you for asking.

The gray sky has disappeared,

along with my mind,

but here comes something on the horizon,

I guess that’s the point.

Cause once all the pain is stripped away

life becomes a work of art.

Out of tragedies,

out of tears,

comes a new me,

and it happened slowly,

but I’m not worried.