Heal, actually

Unclear to me is why

My brain likes unhappy things,

Turns them over to see the belly side,

And marvels at misshapen things,

Ugly things

Bad examples;

I rewind unjust acts meted out secretly by assholes pretending to be just another guy.

I’m not a lover of cruel or ugly truths,

But I am a ruminator of them;

And some breezy afternoons and some drafty midnights 

I force myself to list happier times,

Greater truths,

Noble things;

Scientific breakthroughs,

Beautiful works of art-

So my brain remembers

That good and joy and love and wonder

Exist, actually

Prevail, actually

We will heal, actually