It is bittersweet with a dark, rich tang.
Sometimes light's blinding; it seems you can't miss,
When overwhelmed with life's boisterous bang,
Then you're pulled in a despair-filled abyss.
It ebbs and flows in a varying beat.
Like the tide, lead by a glowing beacon,
A pounding heartbeat like feet on a street,
The beacon hope; refusing to weaken.
But we continue, despite obstacles.
Choosing to work for the beauty, the light.
Finding joy in a simple popsicle,
Hoping to find happiness after plight.
Do not be deterred by life's chill bite,
Its fire will warm you, red, burning, and bright.
