Sorrow brings out good
In other people
Sadness makes the little things
Seem to stand out
Anger causes happiness
To become stronger
Misery creates a new world
Of goodness
Why is it that
When I am at my saddest
Or my angriest
I see the good in others?
Am I trying to latch on
As if I am a leech
To something viable?
To something lively?
To something that makes me feel
Less dead inside?
Because that is you
Because you’re always there
Because when I became dead
It was you
It was always you
That made me feel alive again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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