Tired of Self-Pity

March 9, 2021

I fear I must write about happiness,
About hope and a belief that good will prevail.
For drowning in darkness is to be ungrateful,
And frankly my soul is not for sale.
It is pain to live in fear all the time,
To be perpetually trapped in anxiety.
To let it spill and stain those around us,
What a shame that would be.

To whine and writhe and complain is in poor taste,
In fact, it is quite beyond the pale.
We tire even our closest friends and family,
If we keep upending every fairy tale.
So let us write about hope and happiness for once,
And let us set our Pollyanna free.
And try to see the good each day,
And not just the bad inside of me.