I used to carry a bundle of love in my hands
Now I have hatred seeping through my fingers
My filter is clogged and I can hardly contain
The rage within, I feel like puking it all up

But I'll get over it
When the time comes I will get back up
And prove that love is stronger than hate
Just as darkness never overcame the light

I will let go of what's not for me
I'll control what goes inside me
Then I will like the words that exit me
And with love inside I will be free

Don't say:
'At last
the day is over! '

Rather:
'I'll poise myself
for tomorrow

to do better
be quieter
but stronger-
be kinder
gentler
fairer

not to let
myself down
or any other-
to seek
a new adventure
and wonder-

upon the setting
of the sun of every day:
' I've lived'
to bravely declare!'