I stood up and faced the day,

This motivation crap makes me sad,

I look for mirrors to console myself,

But defeat is tiring,

Daily it accosts me,

And makes me fearful,

I know I can be happy,

Or joy is a better word,

A clearer hold of what I should do,

But mostly the peace,

That reminds me of hope,

A hope that although this life,

Is ugly and full of suffering,

Maybe just maybe,

A better day will emerge.