Tragedy & Growth

tragedy breeds growth

but does it always have to destroy something first

I lost a part of me I liked

now I have to be something new

but I get lost in the darkness on the way

when I see the light again the colors are all different

and I miss the certainty of pain

happiness always comes and goes

melancholy is an old friend

optimism the siren waiting in the depths

changing requires too much chance

I rather laugh off a tragedy

and go my merry way

because I know another bad day will come

and I will endure

because I have already bloomed