Hope.

Every soul has two contrasting tones

The bright and the dark

Composing life in dramatic overtones

Without them,a person would lack  a true spark

But submit not,to the negativity

True,every rose has it's thorn

the thorn is nipped,Not the rose's beauty

for each negative thought dismissed,a better person is born

Sometimes emptiness does cry in the heart of one's mind

Only one choice seems visible,standing crystal clear

The other is only seen by the blind.
Indeed,the blind...the ones that are blind to fear.

Self-pity is the most famous route to take

Pessimism is always at it's other end to greet

But the dream has to be kept alive,protected and awake

it has to become the way of life,one's own heartbeat.

There will be wounds that are real but not physically concrete
There'll be days of angst and anguish
But lose not the faith!Lose not the belief.And retreat.
The healing is painful and long,but do not languish

We're the choices we make 

 each gifted with a powerful matchstick within us,to grope

It's upon us whether-To Light our own pyre to give up,to Forsake

Or To Light a candle to Promise,to Hope.