115: Wallowing

All that yearning
And dissatisfaction
Is stopping me
From taking action.

So all my fears
I give to you
Please take them away
And make me new.

All those tears
Threatening my eyes
Don’t let them cover
Your bright blue skies.

All that sadness
That defeats my purpose
Wash it away
It makes me feel worth less.

I’ll distract myself
With friends and fun
Until I feel that joy
In my heart, called love.

I’ll surrender my pity
Because that doesn’t fit
Wallowing won’t get me
Out of this shit!

Lady Satellite