I sat across the table
And listened to a miserable soul lament
About how bad life had treated her
And how her world held nothing but torment
My heart did feel for her
But in truth, this was an old story she had told for years
Her life was always in shambles
I had dried too many of her tears
But I have to say, I reached my limit
She took neither advice nor action to improve her situation
I realized she liked her misery and the pity it afforded
Her role of victim caused me many moments of frustration
Finally, I told her I cannot sit by
And watch her life go to waste
It was time for her to wake up her destiny
Her affinity for gloom had to be erased
She was shocked and a bit offended
That I would take a tone so stern
But somewhere underneath her supposed hurt
I saw a fire begin to burn
The next time we met, a new person sat before me
Confidence and warmth radiated from her heart
I could not get over the difference in her demeanor
She adjusted her attitude and gave her life a new start
I was bowled over; her smile was contagious
Not a trace of self-pity or self-loathing remained
She had learned to say “thank you” instead of “why me”
And with that one little change, a life of hope she attained.
Donna Cavanagh-MyVeryOwnFan.com