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