Bleak Existence

The underlying theme
To her life,
Was that life is hard
And then you die.
There wasn’t any more
To it than that
As far as she was concerned.
She was at war with reality,
And each day was a battle,
An ordeal to be endured.
Sleep was her only escape
And that didn’t come easy.
It was obvious
From the way she sighed
That she was warn out
From the struggle
And resigned to
Her bleak existence.
She firmly believed
That if she expected nothing,
Then she would
Never be disappointed.
She was right about that,
And never once questioned
The cost of being right.
It never occurred to her
That there might be
Any other way
Of seeing the world,
That she had a right
To any more than what she got,
Or that life could be
Any other way
Than the way it seemed.
That was just the way
It was for her
Day after day,
Week after week,
Month after month,
And year after year.
No wonder she is depressed.
She lives in a world
Of no possibility
And no amount of
Psychological therapy,
Drugs or alcohol
Can create any other reality
Until she chooses to see
The world in a different light.
It doesn’t matter
How she came to her conclusion
About the nature of life,
It only matters the tenacity
With which she maintains
That belief.
The really sad thing is
That at any moment in time,
She is only a choice away
From having a life worth living.