So what if I don’t want to be like them?
What if I refuse to write sad poems and sing sad songs?
What if I think there’s more to life than telling tales of broken hearts,
betrayed loyalty and regret filled endings?
What if I decide to write about the birds instead?
Those beautiful, carefree creatures that reflect my soul,
Or to sing their melodies that say, ‘it’s a new day, and I’m too glad to be alive.’
What happened to capturing in ink,
the tears on a mother’s face when she first gazes on her newborn;
To sending a baby off to sleep with lullabies of a loving world, with so much to see when those eyes open again.
Who is writing about the joy of that family that just heard the doctor say their son is going to live, despite the injuries from the accident?
It can’t all be dark,
See, darkness exists for this very purpose:
To show the beauty of light.
What if I’m the one who can shed that light on others?
What if we all do?