Happiness is not a given, it is a choice.
We all carry the weight of our years,
the ache of our losses and so many tears.
We can wallow there, condemning
others for our lot. Curse the ones who
got us here, the children who’ve forgotten us,
the bosses who have fired us, and all the
things we’re not. We can flounder in oblivion
drink till we pass out; pop pills, shoot up
and waste away, really, who can blame us?
Harder still to face the day when every day
it’s raining. When you take to heart what
others say and wish you could contain them.
I’ve always thought the best revenge is to
live the life we’re meant to, for even at
our very worse, feeling empty, feeling cursed
when we think we won’t get through,
we still can find potential.
Just reflect on where we’ve been and the fact
that we’re still standing, despite
the threats to take us down
and the demons we’re combating.
There is a strength inside of us, we
only have to find it. But it’s up to us to come
to terms, and put our past behind us.
One minute, one hour, one day at a time.
© Ginny Brannan 2023
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