Why does negativity dominate the mind,
While light and joy are so hard to find?
As a shadow looms, its grip so tight,
Dimming the glow of hope’s soft light.

Perhaps it's fear, a primal call,
To shield ourselves from any fall.
When the sting of pain, the weight of despair,
Leaves deeper marks than the joys we share.

Why dwell on wounds, then replay...