A Mission
I don’t know if I should feel great
But I quite vividly
Remember the day
When happiness told me
It could no longer stay
Because hope packed it’s bags
To chase after faith
Who was on a mission
To find out why
To this life
Did she just give up and say:
"Take it all
Happiness, joy, love, and hope
What good will they do me anyway
I’ve always kept strong
But nothing ever stays"
So loneliness thought
These pieces of me were
There to sabotage
Forgetting
It was depression
Who had very sharp claws
Gripping desperation
Of a soul
Self deemed lost
So to be honest most days
I don’t feel so great
It's probably because
I’m still looking for my faith
I thought
Practicing playing hope
Might magically
Make happiness come back
That’s definitely one
I wished
Didn’t leave me all alone with sad
Since anger has been here
Its created many structures
That hold no space for hope
It will take all my good traits
To deconstruct and repair
The hopeless homes
That held despair
Doubt and hate
Leveling out the foundation
For hope, faith, love, and joy to stay
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