A Poem About The Pessimism On Which We May Ride While Processing Grief
Pessimism Rides
Pessimism Rides
On whose truth does it glide ?
Is this doubt real ?
Or is this just a bad deal
There is always a choice
To listen to our higher voice
To what is really true
Not always diving into the dark blue
There is always hope
Even when we feel like we are being strangled by the throat
We must watch for the goat
And watch how he dances around the moat
He dances through shame and pain
He dances so much he feels lame
But his spirit breathes
He’s passed through his need to grieve
by Zoe LL
