I look around me. Everything seems dark.
I feel alone. I cannot find my way.
A hopeless sense of deep despair pervades
my being as I cry and hug myself.
Time passes and I know there is no point
in sitting with Self-pity in deep gloom.
I look above me. There I see some light.,
not strong, clear sunshine, but a growing glow.
So far away, I cannot feel a change
I think I’ll just remain here in the dark.
Time passes and I know I should move on.
Self-pity wastes my time and keeps me low.
I look beyond this pit of self-made pain
to see the hills around, now bathed in light.
The sun has risen; dark, dense shadows fly;
this thought brings hope to my sad, troubled soul.
I cannot wait for time to pass some more.
I’ll stand and shout, I’ll move out to that land;
I’ll feel the warmth and see the light around;
Self-pity cannot, will not win the day.
I cast him off; I walk into the light;
I feel the sun; I see the land around;
I move once more in freedom, peace and love.
I’ll not return. Self-pity will not win.
I live in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains. Because there are so many hills and valleys, our village lies in shadow as the sun rises, while the hills around catch the light and reflect it to us, until at length, the sun tops the hill and we are bathed in light and warmth. As I was walking this morning, I felt that this was saying something to me, so I wrote…