“i'm so sad and angry. I want to be happier and not angry. I feel such sorrow.”

In the quiet of the evening, when the world is turning grey,  
A weight of twisted feelings seems to never go away.  
Sadness settles gently like the dew upon the grass,  
While anger, sharp and restless, flickers quickly, then will pass.

My heart is tired of heaviness, of storms that fill the skies,  
Of empty rooms and aching thoughts that will not compromise.  
Regret and rage, they visit me like shadows at my side,  
They whisper doubts, they linger long, and in my chest, they bide.

But somewhere deep within me, past the tempest and the tide,  
A softer voice awaits me with its arms out open wide.  
It calls me to the sunlight, to a morning yet to start—  
To laughter bright as buttercups, to hope’s returning heart.

I vow to greet tomorrow and to find a lighter way;  
To let the sorrow ebb and flow, and keep the rage at bay.  
I’ll seek out bits of happiness—small mercies, gentle grace—  
And let forgiveness soothe me in its warm and quiet place.

Though sadness may not vanish, though my anger may remain,  
I’ll search for seeds of kindness in the garden of my pain.  
For joy can bloom from sorrow when the rainclouds clear above—  
I’ll tend the soil inside me, and I’ll grow myself with love.

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