A Confession To The World Poem by Irene Pang

Sun shines; flowers flourish.
Animals amalgamate.
For what? To celebrate their
living together in this world.

A world of hope, they say.
A world of infinite happiness, they say.

But why spare me?
Why am I ignorant to such understanding?

I feel no hope
nor infinite happiness.

Trust me, I can end this…
this life in me.
Right now, right here, as I’m writing.

But I chose not to.
Because perhaps, someday, my world will be…

A world of hope.
A world of infinite happiness.

If only my perception of the world changes.