Wallow

I used to wallow in self-pity,

wallow sink and drown.

From where I sat, there couldn't be

a sadder life around.

No one I knew was punished,

made to suffer just like me.

I often played the role of tortured

victim to a tee.

Then, suddenly, one day I stood

and washed off all the mud

of misery and no esteem.

It was nothing but crud.

I realized I was the one

who made my life so sad.

I could no longer blame it on

experience I'd had.

I let the misery flow down,

then walked out of my pen.

I vowed that I would never let

it weigh me down again.

My life did not get easier,

in fact it's now more full.

Though, full, I see with open eyes

my life is beautiful.