A ditty about wallowing in pity. |
Looking at my prose, there has arose, a darkness I never before, saw, I seen my life has been about losing everything,that really mattered. I hold on to things, that have nothing to do with now. I cry great tears of pity, alone in the darkness, I couldn't sort it out, until I wrote it down, then the wings of my heart, began to fly, Higher and higher, until, I could look below, through the clouds, and see my life has been a dark fantasy. A tapestry, played with a travesty, dark chords of melancholia, depressed the keys of harmony, until nothing was left, I thought, life has no meaning, my life is gone, now I wait for the funeral, to play my song. Then a flash of light, hope stirred its chords, upon the windows of my soul. Diamonds cut in the rough, must be shined , and polished , to be considered one of value, one to be prized. So I surmized, I have had enough of this pity party, of one, I shall walk towards the sun, gathering the warmth of a brand new day, enjoying the complexities, of life through the simplicity, of knowng, this is all I have, and all that I want, today. |