One to the Negative Power

The darkness envelopes like the chill of a winter wind.

It takes hold of me, not letting go.

Wherever it came from, it found me easily, becoming a way of life.

PLEASE TAKE IT AWAY!



The constant battle for justice, for fairness, for acknowledgement.

None of which are promised.

Feeling like a constant victim. My mantra?  "Why me??"

PLEASE TAKE IT AWAY!



Raised in a world of grudges and complaints.

Never feeling like I was good enough, learning to be unfulfilled.

Setting the bar unreachably high, for myself and others.

PLEASE TAKE IT AWAY!



Taking for granted what are gifts, forgetting the fraility of life.

Always going to the negative side, because it's easier, it's comfortable, an "old friend".

How unfair to my loved ones to be guests at my pity party, it's not their faults.

PLEASE TAKE IT AWAY!



While writing, I do understand that "PLEASE TAKE IT AWAY!" is the problem.

It's not the reader's job to lift this curse.

Just as it's not the fault of the person's who handed down this legacy.



I realize the answers are within me, that this can happen ONLY if I choose.

I hold the key to free myself from this dungeon of anger, from the life I have known for years.

I have the choice to stop being critical, and know that not every action is wrong or a personal attack.





This old friend-negativity- will always be there, as a part of my past.

History can either be repeated or a learned experience.

That choice is POSITIVELY mine.