Weeding my Life

When I feel down, I drag everything else

to the bottom with me, the good as well as the bad,

my whole life falls apart.

I need so much strength to pick it all up again,

to climb the ladder with that load upon my shoulders,

struggling to find a new start.

But when I can't use my already strained muscles,

I take a look at my scattered self lying on the ground,

select good parts to work out a new chart.

Even if this forces me to stay behind a bit longer

to sort out the dim from the light as best as I can,
I will stay to do the weeding on my part.

When finally day beats night and things look brighter;

no stressful dragging will be required anymore,
for I will simply be lifted by a lighter heart.