We are all capable of self-pity parties
Where our whining is the main course
The “Feel sorry for me” blues serve as appetizer
And dessert is our unrelenting remorse
We all must go through bad times
Where sadness greets us at the start of our day
But we have to come to terms with that despair
Or we watch our life slip away
Self-loathing and self-pity serve no purpose
Before long we lose the comfort of those who care
They see no use in trying to help us pick up the pieces
If we have no hope to believe in or share
We all have the strength to carry on
We can make peace with our pain
When we know that in every hardship we face
There is something of value always to gain
Donna Cavanagh-MyVeryOwnFan.com