Looking into the mirror many hate what they see
Their lives are incomplete and filled with pain
Woe is me!! Their lungs proclaim
Tears of despair, tears of shame, daily it paints their cheeks
Always searching, always hunting for the one thing that could end their misery
Pointing a finger they seek the next victim
The person to blame, the reason for their pain
The reason they lost all hope, the reason they shout “Why me!”
Self-pity, excuses is all they know, carved in their heart like Mount Rushmore
Day after day they plunge into the lake of the past
Swimming over and over in the events that brought them pain
This is how they live each day
Journeying to past events long gone
Brought to life by them, chest compressions and all
The past never laid to rest
Infecting their mind with darkness and negativity
It is black, it is consuming, cancerous like death
The darkness grows within them, slowly caressing their mind with its venom
Hope is lost, despair sets in, days of happiness, they believe long lost
Such a poor state, living life with no hope
Wallowing in their own misery like a fat sow in the mud, they wake each morning
Consumed by self-pity, their cries for answers bounce off the walls of their tomb
A poor existence they live, each day bringing them closer
Yet, there is hope for the lost, a way to end the pain
In the darkness, light can burn and cast the past to the grave
Seek the light, live in now, past’s pain is the mind reliving days long gone
Don’t bath in the bloody pool of the past
Live, breath, and feel light’s rays caress your body, your heart and your mind
Rejoice in the warmth and comfort it brings
Live each day as your last
Dr Johnny G. Chavez III 