Strong and Hopeful

 Darkness.
It's all too familiar.
I felt it in your grief.
I felt it in my sorrow.
It wanders the angry streets.
It torments the minds of the confined.
Everywhere online its influence expands.
In everyone's words it is present.
My tears are countless.
I watch its friends called pain and anger ravage our land.
It bears down on me heavily.
I'm overcome.
Yet at the same time.
A peace. A knowing.
An end will come.
I reflect on the wonders that would bestow.
I once saw a moment of it.
Happiness. Joy. Light.
It all awaits in due time.
Beautiful moments. Friendships. Love.
It will come.
It always does.
But for now, we must remain tenacious.

Commentary:

I was sitting back and thinking if my little mission to try to be positive gets to be too much for some people. I honestly feel that bad among the good, quite deeply in fact. As a result, I tried to dig a little deeper into the dark part of my feelings on this one, but to be honest, I couldn't end this poem darkly. It came from years ago when I went through some stressful times and I used my poetry to retrain my mind to help me gain a more positive insight on situations, and it's stuck. It helps me process those painful feelings easier. Too positive? Perhaps that depends on your opinion. I believe there is such a thing as an overbearing amount of positivity that it seems fake; however, a little positive thought here and there never hurt anyone. I personally like to address both sides and not stick to one side only, because no one would understand the positive without the negative and vis versa.