Cry Baby Cry

Looking at my prose,
there has arose,
a darkness
I never before,
saw,
I seen my life has been
about losing
everything,that
really mattered.
I hold on to things,
that have nothing to do
with now.
I cry great tears of pity,
alone in the darkness,
I couldn't sort it out,
until I wrote it down,
then the wings of my heart,
began to fly,
Higher and higher,
until,
I could look below,
through the clouds,
and see my life has been
a dark fantasy.
A tapestry,
played with a travesty,
dark chords of melancholia,
depressed the keys of harmony,
until nothing was left,
I thought,
life has no meaning,
my life is gone,
now I wait for the funeral,
to play my song.
Then a flash of light,
hope stirred its chords,
upon the windows of my soul.
Diamonds cut in the rough,
must be shined ,
and polished ,
to be considered
one of value,
one to be prized.
So I surmized,
I have had enough of this pity party,
of one,
I shall walk towards the sun,
gathering the warmth of a brand new day,
enjoying the complexities,
of life through the simplicity, of knowng,
this is all I have,
and all that I want,
today.