Refusing to succumb,
to the alluring haze of self-pity,
I refuse to wallow,
in an ocean of regret,
I choose to banish thoughts of despair,
dispelling pain, while tempting joy to emerge from its shielded lair.
I shall sow the seeds of promise,
the tendrils of hope,
breathing new life into my nights, my days.
I must stand, I will rise, I have to believe,
in a better tomorrow,
not perfect, nor rosy,
yet filled with tidbits of bliss,
as well as with shards of sorrow.