We are all victims of pain.
But I feign my true feelings.
Not serendipitous…
…nor rather auspicious.
Fighting for another day.

We all encounter sorrow.
Tomorrow I hope brings change.
A month opportune…
…one I hope not to ruin.
Come morning the first of May.

We all suffer from heartache.
I lay awake past midnight.
Fighting my addiction…
…with words of nonfiction.
Thirty days out of the way.

We all experience Death.
My shallow breaths subsiding.
My soul I’m not giving…
…my life is worth living.
Happiness from within, learned one day at a time.