Woman Against Herself

Sometimes I cry until my stomach hurts,
Until my sorrow drowns out all my words.
My eyes red and stained with tears,
angry, betrayed, for all these years.
Misfortune looms around every bend,
When will this undue madness end.
I’m challenged to feel optimistic,
With all that’s been dealt it’s not realistic.
But I have this stubborn need to feel delight,
Despite the disparaging incessant night.
I know that if not I then someone must feel pain,
for the world is sadistic and after sun must come rain.
So I will be strong for the broken hearted,
And if I have to start over, well, I've already started.
Waging a mental battle within,
Woman against herself, and I’ll surely win.
For no more certain am I that more sorrow awaits,
Than I am that I’m destined for something great.