After the Pity Party

After the Pity Party

Done the praying and wishing,
the fearing, the stressing.
Then in valley of darkness
on knees, some confessing.

Seems my walls, they are shaking.
My foundation has crumbled.
Gather buckets of teardrops.
Take a step, then I stumble.

Brush the dust off, I must.
Close the book on my rant.
Dig for strength that’s been buried.
Say “I can” not “I can’t”

I then, gather the harvest
of survival skills grown.
Since no one walks beside me,
I must stand on my own.

Brick by brick, fix foundation
and my worries, set free.
Seems my fate has been written.
Must rely just on me.